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#tumblr polls#random polls#polls#poll results#P.S.: Whatever you did that made your life a little better is worth being proud of#if you drank water = i'm proud#if you aced an exam or even pushed yourself to be brave and go take the exam = i'm proud#life is hard#and we need to count the small wins
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People who try to analyze what happened on Tumblr on November 5th, 2020, often really overstate how much it was actually âaboutâ Supernatural. As someone who has never been in the supernatural fandom ever but dID join in on the hysterical destielpostingâit was really more about the stress of the pandemic and the 2020 presidential election.
The two biggest Youtubers Iâve seen try to dissect âwhat happened that November 5thâ in video essays both werenât Americanâ- and I think that explains why they both tried to explain the hysteria primarily via analyzing the Supernatural fandom/the original show, rather than through the lens of the election. And while those videos are cool, valid, informational, and make lots of really well-considered interesting pointsâ I can tell you that me and almost all my mutuals had literally no knowledge or interest in the fact that âoh supernatural had made nods at the ship in the past but the creators were adamant that I wouldnât be canonâ or etc etc etc etc. the first time I learned about any of that context was way later, watching videos where people claimed that fandom history context (that I did not know anything about) was the actual reason for the hysteria.
But the reality is that people latched on to the Destiel stuff because it was a piece of big useless inane zero-stakes fandom news in a time when we were desperately waiting for serious high stakes election news. We were latching onto a âpositive â piece of inane stupid fandom news in a time of great stress, with all the desperation of a drowning man who latches onto whatever piece of wood will keep him afloat.
The core of the hysteria was that Americans (who make up a huge chunk of tumblrâs userbase) were currently glued to their laptops watching the live presidential election vote counts come in. These vote counts were taking an extended amount of time due to the pandemic causing high numbers of mail-in ballots, resulting in a constant state of Election Day Stress for multiple days straight.
This was also during the height of the Pandemic. People had predicted Trumpâs presidency would be bad; no one had predicted it would be this apocalyptically bad. No one had predicted pandemics and lockdowns and hospitals overflowing with bodybags. remember Trump spreading Covid lies and conspiracies?? There were so many Qanon conspiracies about democrats being Satanic child traffickers who had to be put to death, and coup threats were mounting from the right wing side. It seemed like this election was a choice between âcentrist democratâ and âapocalyptic right wing conspiracy theory authoritarianism,â in the midst of pandemic conditions that people feared would never ever improveâ and it seemed like a close election.
Another major point was that Trump voters were more likely to be antimaskers/Covid deniers, while Biden voters were more likely to take the pandemic seriouslyâ so Biden voters were more likely to send in mail-in ballots instead of risking the in-person voting crowds, which meant their ballots would take much longer to count. And so, in many state electoral vote counts, it would initially seem like Trump was very far in the leadâ only for Biden to slooooowly build up an agonizingly small lead as the mail in ballots came in, and then defeat Trump at the very end.
So youâre just watching these news sites giving live election updates, refreshing the page every 2 minutes to see if youâre going to live under a spineless centrist democrat or a literal Qanon Dictatorship. And then you go on tumblr to distract yourself, and thereâs more election posting, and more agonizing over the votes, and more stress and despairâ-
And then itâs been days and weâre right at the crucial tipping point where itâs anyoneâs game and the next few hours will determine whether Trump will win, so you need to keep your eye on the vote count, because the next hours will determine the future of the pandemic and your country and your plans for your entire lifeâ
And then stupid Destiel becomes canon! And it becomes canon in the silliest way possible!
If Destiel had become canon at any other time, it would have been a big goofy tumblr celebration? But we wouldnât have gotten the insane explosion of hysterical interaction.
The entire core of it was the contrast between the inane meaningless stupidity of fandom news vs the actual stressful election news you wanted to hear! It really is best conveyed in that meme where Castiel says âI love youâ and Dean indifferently responds with a piece of important election news.
Itâs about the contrast between the low-stakes inanity of fandom and the massive life-destroying stakes of a terrifying election. There really was no reason it had be Supernatural specifically, except that Supernatural was a thing everyone knew basic things about from dashboard osmosisâ it couldâve been any other equally huge silly fandom ship news about a ship everyone *knew of* but might not necessarily be invested in (ex. Stucky becoming canon, Johnlock becoming canon, Kirk/Spock becoming more canon somehow, etc etc etc.)
I think itâs true that people who werenât paying agonizingly close attention to the American election news got swept up in it, and that non American Supernatural fans also were extremely excited for purely fandom reasons â but the entire reason it blew up to an unprecedented degree was because of that core of stressed out terrified Americans glued to their computers watching election results and suddenly receiving stupid fandom news instead, and deciding to just hysterically parodically hyper-celebrate this absurd useless zero-stakes news.
I think it was also all elevated by the fact that, as I said before, this happened at the crucial âtipping pointâ of the election where the next few hours would determine the winner. The fact that Biden began to slowly develop a lead in the hours after made it feel, hysterically, as if the hours after Destiel became canon was somehow the turning point where he began to win; so celebrating Destiel felt like celebrating that slow turn towards victory.
The tl,dr is that itâs so important to Remember the Fifth of November âŠ..in preparation the inevitable hysteria that will happen in the presidential election on November 5th of next year. XD. Personally Iâm rooting for Johnlock or Frodo/Sam to somehow become canon in the eleventh hour right before the democrats win
#November 5th#november 5 2020#the fifth of november#just a random ramble#November 5th 2020 is such an important day to me#it really is a holiday#but it does confuse me when I see people analyzing it primarily as a supernatural thing#instead of a âhysteria over an election reaches a breaking point when inane zero stakes fandom news comes out and we all latch onto itâthing#but yeah!!#this is my personal essay out of love for the holiday
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â© â§âË â©ăyours, always yours
synopsis. satoru has always been yoursâand he needs you to know youâll also always be his
â word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)
â contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!
â notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys
satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, itâs never been a secret.
âyou want me to wash your hair?â you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.
âsure,â he mumbles, âdonât tug.â
âi never tug,â you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but itâs not the usual laugh satoru gives you. itâs mechanic, almostâjust there to fill the space. âbaby?â you ask softly.
âyeah?â he asks, âoh, should i bend a little? sorry, iââ
âwhatâre you thinking about?â your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.
he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. âjust how nice it is to be pampered. maybe iâll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.â
âsatoru,â you insist. you knowâand he knows it too. âtell me?â
âwhyâd you do it?â he mumbles, âwhyâd you listen to him?â
âtoru, you know why,â you sigh, âyou know i didnât think there were any other options.â
âyou couldâve talked to me,â he furrows his brows, âjust because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesnât mean we have to break up.â
âi was afraid youâd choose me.â it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you canât bear to admit.
âi would have chosen you,â he agrees, âwhyâs that bad? howâs that wrongââ
âyouâre not thinking about the bigger picture,â you shake your head, âthat company is yours. youâve spent your whole lifeââ
âso what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?â he asks tiredlyâsatoruâs defeated. heâs never been defeated, itâs the most magnetizing thing about him.
even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because thereâs always a chance youâll say yes, and heâll never stop as long as thereâs a chance.
âiâm sorry,â you sniffle, lips wobbling, âi could haveâŠ.i should have said something. i didnât want you to make a choice young and thenâŠ.and then regret it.â
âyou think iâd regret you?â heâs woundedâabsolutely wounded at the words.
satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadnât that proven enough? that he was in it for the long runâfor forever? heâd been so sure youâd be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fireâdevastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he canât breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.
he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yoursâbecause satoru has never cared to make you his. all heâs ever wanted was to be yours.
youâre quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesnât understand how you could change your mind so quicklyâand then he realizes you probably donât. because he knows youâbetter than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.
so heâs comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because heâs determined. heâs going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beatingâand then push him out like heâs nothing. what made you push him out?
and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit itâs never what you wanted, that itâs because itâs what his father wantedâwell, satoru canât keep his composure. donât you know? hadnât he always told you? hadnât he poured his heart out and let you know every moment heâs always been stuck dangling from his fatherâs fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.
youâve always known, always listenedâand fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.
satoruâs always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like heâs never had a say.
heâs always been stuck, but never with youâbut now, he wonders if thatâs changed.
âno,â you squeeze his cheeks, âno i donât think youâd regret meâŠ.but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,â you mumble, âpeople work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. thatâs a lot to let you lose.â
âiâve never seen my dad kiss my mom,â he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, âheâs never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?â he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, âwhy canât you just look at me first for once?â
âi do look at you,â you insist, âtoru, all i ever see is youââ
âthen stop caring what he says,â he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.
everything about your home is smallâsmaller than satoruâs especially. but he loves it, thinks heâd rather be here than anywhere else.
because itâs yours. and as long as youâre here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.
âokay,â you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, âyouâll handle it?â
he nods, kissing between your brows, âyeah, iâll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?â
âbut what if he finds someone else? and then heââ
âhe wonât. my grandpa will shred him.â
âbut heâs old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decidesââ
âgod, baby,â he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, âi love your voice, but you talk so much. iâm wanna listen to something else.â
his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. itâs slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.
you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, ât-toru,â leaves your lips.
âyeah,â he nods, âthatâs what i wanna listen to instead.â his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. âanyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?â he asks bitterly.
âj-just one,â you admit through a stutter, âb-but i didnât even open it! i wasnât reallyâoh, toru,â you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.
âwhat? just cause my face isnât on your instagram suddenly youâre not mine?â he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nervesâyou close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. âyouâre always mine,â he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, âyeah? got that?â
âgot it,â you nod furiously.
âgot what?â
ââm al-alwaysâoh, fuck,â you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.
âcâmon, sweetheart,â he says firmly, âfinish your sentences.â
âalways yours, toru! always yoursâplease, please j-justâŠâ
âjust what?â he raises a brow.
âmore,â you sobâitâs a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.
heâs quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.
your water bill will be high this month. you decide itâs a sacrifice satoru deserves.
âyou think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?â
ân-no,â you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. itâs goodâeverything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. âno oneâno one but you.â
âexactly,â he growls, âhow could you leave me? how could you leave us?â
ââm sorry,â you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. youâre closeâso close that you almost donât know what heâs saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. âiâm sorry, iâll neverâever leave again.â
âsay you love me,â he demands.
it sounds like heâs pleading, though, if you listen closely. thereâs a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, âi love you, satoru. i love you.â
and then he rips his fingers outâright before youâre about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.
and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? youâre too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.
satoruâs hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.
âf-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? pleaseââ
âyes,â you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, âyes please, toru. more, need more.â
heâs sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, heâs pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.
itâs only been a weekâyou feel like you havenât felt him in years. but itâs familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.
he slams into you, hard and rough and fastâdoesnât even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before heâs thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him thatâs touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.
satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your bodyâevery dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. itâs just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.
when he moans, itâs breathy and heâs panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. âfeel that? feel me?â he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.
âyeah,â you breathe, ââm so full.â
âi need you. please, please,â he murmurs, âcanât lose you, baby. never you,â he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.
âiâm right here,â you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know heâs there too, âright here, baby. you got me.â
and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper thatâhe spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. heâs too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care heâs cum too quickâand you donât have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.
but he doesnât stop, doesnât falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you breakâyour head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cumâhard. youâre quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way youâre so tight.
itâs good, itâs always good. satoru makes you feel good. heâs the best youâve ever hadâthe best youâll ever find.
and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.
âi love you, toru,â you murmur, âmy sweet boy. iâm sorry, okay? iâm so sorry.â
âdonât do that again,â he huffs in between tears, âthat was so mean. so mean.â
âi said i wonât,â you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, âhow long are you gonna hold this against me?â
âhow long do you plan on being mine?â
âwell,â you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, âi thinkâŠ.forever.â
âwell, get ready, then,â he glares softly, âiâm gonna hold this against you forever too.â
âokay,â you nod, âthatâs fair.â
âand i love you too,â he adds, âbut block whoever dmâd you. it better not be that zenin boy.â
âblock those girls whoâs pictures you liked,â you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.
âdonât yell at me,â he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, âiâve had a rough week. you have to be nice.â
dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this
#teepods.writings#thirstee!#rich boy! au#fics.#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo smut#gojo angst#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut
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Overprotective and Ready to Fight - OM! Brothers
Requested By: @opiopal
Word Count: 2,972
Oneshot
Summary: Fighting a demon who spoke poorly about your love interest and winning.
You werenât normally an angry person. You tried to be very calm and kind. You were the one who talked others off the ledge, not the one who needed to be talked down. In all of your time in the Devildom, you were sure none of the brothers had a chance to see you get really angry.
But finals were coming up at RAD and you were under a tremendous amount of stress. You had been pouring every ounce of your energy into studying. You had been staying up late and skipping meals which you admitted had started to make you a bit cranky.
Today you had just found out that your teacher was adding an additional part to the final. A part that you hadnât been studying for at all because you were under the pretense that you wouldnât need to.
So, now your stress levels were incredibly high and on top of that you had dropped your lunch in the cafeteria so you were hangry. You were on the verge of having a complete mental breakdown and for some reason a popular demon had decided it would be fun to mess with you today.
They came up to you and began saying rude and nasty things about the demon brothers, particularly one of them. Normally, you would stomach the rude comments and move on, making sure to give the demon brothers extra love that night to make up for the terrible things that were said about them.
But as previously stated, you were having a bad day, and the demon just crossed a line. Wrath overtook you with every word they spoke until you completely snapped. You threw one good punch to the demon's jaw and a collective gasp broke out from the students that surrounded you.
Before you knew it, the demon began fighting back, using every advantage they had over you. But, you were so angry you didnât care. How dare they talk about your demon like that? Who did they think they were?Â
You fought with everything you had until you felt someone pulling you off the student. You turned to face them and your heart skipped a beat when you saw that it was Diavolo. He didnât necessarily look angry, but he didnât look very pleased either.
You turned your attention to the demon you had been fighting only to see they were also being restrained by Barbatos. Barbatos led them away and you turned to look at Diavolo. You knew you probably shouldnât have snapped and started a fight, but if he heard what that demon was saying, he would understand!
You gave him a small smile before asking, âWe donât have to tell Lucifer about this, right?â Diavolo let out a small sigh. He wished that was true, for your sake. But, unfortunately, if Diavolo didnât tell him and Lucifer managed to find out on his own, that would be a much worse situation.
So, here you were sitting in the infirmary at RAD. Your small wounds were being treated and you could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. It was undoubtedly Diavolo telling your seven roommates what had happened.Â
You winced when you heard the door to the infirmary open and you held your breath as you waited to see which one was coming in to talk to you.
You did what?!
Lucifer was absolutely livid. Not only did you put yourself in danger, but you had embarrassed Diavolo. What could have possibly driven you to such insanity?
He needed to know because the whole situation was absolutely preposterous to him.Â
He entered the infirmary first, surprised to see how good you looked comparatively. He had passed the other demon as they were taken to a separate room and they looked a lot worse than you did.
He silently admitted he was surprised by your capabilities, especially considering the difference in strength and the fact that you had no magic or weapon.
But, this was no time to compliment you.Â
You knew better than to speak when Lucifer was wearing his angry face so you remained silent as he approached the bed you were sitting on.
âWhat were you thinking?â Lucifer asked, his gaze falling to your hands where he noticed how bloody your knuckles looked.
âIn my defense, this is technically all because of you,â you stated. Lucifer now looked shocked and furious. Were you really trying to place the blame on him? He hadnât even been there!
Before he could respond angrily, you continued to say, âThey were talking bad about you.â
That caught Lucifer off-guard. Were you telling him that the reason you fought the demon was because they were talking poorly about him? Did you realize he was the most powerful demon of his brothers and perfectly capable of fighting if need be?
Still, Lucifer couldnât help the pride that began to swell in his heart. You fought on his behalf and won. He found it adorable that you went to such lengths to defend him. But, he couldnât very well thank you in front of everyone.
So, he went with a neutral response. One that he hoped conveyed his true feelings behind the whole situation without betraying his image of power.
âNo more fighting.â
Did Diavolo just say you picked a fight with a demon?
Mammon was beyond surprised at the news. You were just a fragile little human. What were you doing trying to fight demons?
The other demon passed by the group and Mammonâs heart dropped. They looked horribly beat up and if thatâs what they looked like, he could only imagine what you looked like.
He couldnât wait any longer. He needed to make sure you were okay. So, he quickly swung the door to the infirmary open, pausing when he saw you.Â
You looked mostly fine. A couple of cuts and bruises and some bloody knuckles, but that was it. You practically destroyed the demon and came out looking like you took a small fall. Mammon made a mental note to never make you angry.
The doctor demon moved to wrap your hand and was a bit rough with it. You winced slightly and Mammon stepped in.
âYouâre doing it wrong,â Mammon stated as he shooed the doctor away, taking over. He gently grabbed your hand and your eyes met his. âI know yaâ got guts, but isnât this a little much?â Mammon asked, carefully wrapping your hand.
âThey were saying some terrible things about you,â you replied, keeping your eyes on your injured hand. Mammon faltered for a moment at your words. No one had ever cared about him enough to fight for him. âYaâ fought them because they were talkinâ trash about me?â Mammon asked.
âWell, wouldnât you fight someone if they werenât talking bad about me?â you questioned. Fair point. âYeah, but Iâm a demon,â he countered.Â
Mammon finished wrapping your hand and told you, âLuciferâs gonna give yaâ a long lecture for this.â Great. Just what you needed.
âBut afterwards, do yaâ wanna come over and watch a movie?â Mammon questioned. He wanted to help make you feel better, especially after finding out you were fighting for him. You were his precious human and he wanted to make you feel that way.
Your eyes lit up at the idea and you immediately agreed. This is why you fought that demon - to stand up for the one that always made you feel better.
Levi didnât typically go to RAD in person. He preferred to take all of his classes from the comfort of his room. But, he had made a special exception today and he was very glad he did.
He heard that something went down between you and another student, but it wasnât until he was standing in the hallway with his brothers that he found out you had gotten in a fight.
As if on cue, the other demon walked past him and he took note of all of the damage. You did that much to a demon?!
Part of him wanted to make sure you were okay; but, also, Levi had to know how you pulled off such an amazing attack.
He entered the infirmary, a mix of excitement and fear built up inside of him. But, when he saw that you were mostly fine give or take a few bruises and cuts, nothing was left but his excitement.
Out of politeness, Levi still asked, âAre you okay?â But after you reassured him, he moved onto his more pertinent questions.Â
âHow did you manage to beat that demon up so badly?â he asked. You shrugged your shoulders before replying, âI was just so mad that I couldnât stop punching.â
âWhat did they do to make you so mad?â Levi asked. He genuinely wanted to know what happened to turn you into a badass rage monster.
You gave Levi a small smile before telling him, âThey decided to say awful things about you, spreading rumors left and right. I couldnât stand it.â
Levi let out a startled noise before blushing furiously. You fought someone to defend him? Your coolness level just went up by a million points for him.Â
Did that mean you liked him enough to think he was worth protecting?!
Levi will pull the security footage of the fight and make it an online sensation. No one would ever pick a fight with you again thanks to him. Â
Satan knew something bad happened involving you the moment you started fighting. He could feel his sin radiating around him. It took him a moment to figure out it was coming from his pact symbol, but as soon as he did, he was on a mission to find you.
You were seriously angry right now. He could feel it. And he was a bit worried about what it would lead to.Â
But he was too far to reach you before the fight ended and was left standing in the hall with his brothers while Diavolo explained what happened.Â
Even though he felt your rage, he was still surprised when he found out you got in a fight; and, even more so when he saw the damage you did.
When Satan entered the infirmary and saw you he couldnât help but smirk a bit. The demon didnât stand a chance against you.Â
You didnât notice him at first, focused on your knuckles that the doctor was tending to. So, Satan walked up to the bed. He noticed that your eyebrows were still furrowed from residual anger and to Satan it made you look feisty like a kitten. And where others would have been deterred by it, the look drew Satan in.
âYouâve got a lot of anger in you,â Satan teased. âYouâre one to talk,â you retorted and Satan let out a small chuckle.Â
âWhat made you so mad?â he questioned. You let out a small sigh before replying, âThey decided to say some rude things about you.â
Satanâs eyes widened slightly. Thatâs all it was? Some demon said some rude things about him and it sent you into that much of a rage? Were you that protective of him?
Satan couldnât help but smile at you. You protected him in your own way and he would make sure to protect you from whatever punishment Lucifer decided to come up with.
But, he made you promise not to start another fight with a demon. Next time, you might not be so lucky and he didnât want you putting yourself in danger.
You got in a fight? Were you hurt?
Asmo was freaking out right now. What if you bruised your delicate skin? Or worse, cut it?!Â
His panicking was only worsened when he saw the demon walk by. He nearly fainted at the thought of you looking even half as bad.
He quickly rushed into the infirmary and relaxed a tiny bit when he realized your condition wasnât even close to being as bad as the other demonâs.
But, your knuckles were bloody and you did have some bruises and cuts so he still wasnât very happy.
âY/N! Your poor knuckles! And skin! Why did you fight that demon?â Asmo asked frantically, his eyes filled with worry as he scanned over all of your features, surveying the damage.
âI was just trying to stand up for you,â you replied. âMe?!â Asmo asked, even more confused now.Â
âThey were saying some really rude things about you,â you replied honestly. Asmoâs heart swelled at your reasoning. You risked your own body to defend him.
âYouâre soo cute,â Asmo stated pulling you into a hug and placing a few kisses on your cheek. He then moved and began placing kisses on each bruise and cut you received, spending extra time on your knuckles.
âAs soon as we get a chance, Iâm treating you to a spa day. Weâll get the best of everything and get you back to your perfect state in no time. There wonât be a blemish on you,â Amso told you, hugging you once more.
Heâll use his connections to spread terrible rumors about the demon who said those things about Asmo to ensure that they never start another fight with you.
He couldnât handle the stress of seeing you bloody or bruised again.
Beel was the one who got in fights the most when it came to protecting his family. He was no stranger to it and was unphased by it. But what he didnât expect was for Diavolo to tell him you got involved in a fight.
You must have had a good reason. You were normally so slow to anger. So whatever the demon said or did must have set you off.
He had seen the demon walk by the group and he couldnât help but let out a small gasp. When Diavolo said you had gotten into a fight, he didnât expect that it was to this extent. The demon could hardly walk on their own!
Beel entered the infirmary and walked straight up to the bed, grateful that you only had a few minor cuts and bruises.Â
He carefully took your hand in his when he reached the bed and inspected the damage on your knuckles. He frowned a little before asking, âDoes it hurt?â
âA little,â you replied. Beel nodded his head before questioning, âWhat did they do to make you so mad at them?â
âI didnât like the things they were saying,â you replied. âWas it about food? I hate it when people talk negatively about food,â Beel stated.
You let out a small laugh before replying, âNo, it wasnât about food. It was about you, Beel.âÂ
Beelâs eyebrows furrowed a bit as he turned his head to the side, trying to understand. What could that demon have said about him that was so bad it made you start a fight?
âI just didnât like hearing them say bad things about you when youâre so kind,â you added.
Beel immediately engulfed you in a hug. The demon had merely spoken a few unkind words about Beel and it managed to send you into a rage all to protect him.
But you were only a human and fighting demons was dangerous. âNext time, you tell me and Iâll fight them for the both of us,â Beel told you.
You nodded your head and Beel pulled out of the hug to ask, âDo you want to go eat? I bet you worked up an appetite.â
You appreciated the way Beel always made sure you were fed and taken care of.
Wait, were they talking about the same Y/N?
Part of Belphie wanted to bust out laughing at Lucifer and Diavoloâs faces. Surely they never thought you would be capable of starting a fight with a demon when this exchange program started.
However, when the other demon walked by, Belphie became concerned. They looked like they had just fought a war. Belphieâs main focus was now on making sure you were okay.
He quickly entered the room and let out a small breath of relief when he saw that you were okay. But, relief soon turned into confusion as he approached the bed. How did you come out with hardly anything more than some bloody knuckles?
âAnd I thought Satan was the hothead,â Belphie teased, giving you a small smile. You frowned at him in response before replying, âI had a bad day.â
Belphie let out a small snort at your words. âI donât think having a bad day is a good enough reason to beat someone to a pulp,â Belphie replied.
You stayed silent, not wanting to give him your reason. âCome on, whatâd they do?â Belphie asked curiously.Â
âThey talked bad about you,â you replied, avoiding his gaze. Belphie was surprised, to say the least. You did all this because that demon decided to smack talk? And about him nonetheless.
âMy hero,â Belphie joked, and you rolled your eyes. In reality, Belphie was flattered that you cared enough about him to defend him. And he was glad that you didnât get injured in the fight.
âWell, once Lucifer is done with the ten-hour lecture, I guess I have no choice but to take care of you. Since you fought for me and all,â Belphie stated and you only further pouted at him. His sarcastic nature was getting on your last nerve right now.
Belphie could see his quips werenât amusing you, so he put his hands up in mock defeat before pulling you into a hug.
âThank you,â he finally said as you rested your head against his chest. âYouâre welcome,â you replied and Belphie couldnât help but smile.
As soon as Lucifer was done with his scolding, he would make sure to give you lots of cuddles.
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The Lucky One
Benny Cross x reader
Warnings - jealous!reader, some swearing, smoking, mentions of smut, fluff
Word count - 2351
a/n - ngl I wanted to add smut but it just didnât seem like it fit, also we need more benny imagines pplđ i hope you all enjoy :) â read part 2 here !
âIâve told you this before, and Iâll tell you again â you are one lucky girl,â Kathy tells you from her spot next to you, nodding in Bennyâs direction. âOr should I say that heâs the lucky one?â
You laugh as you follow her eyes, looking at Benny playing pool with some of the other Vandals in the corner. Just like any other weekend, you find yourself in this bar with all the other girlfriends as you watch Benny try to win a game of pool.
From the low lighting of the room, you couldnât deny how good he looked as he leaned against the pool table, waiting his turn. You felt warmth bubble in your stomach, but you casually dismissed it.Â
You definitely werenât the only one who thought this, though, because some of the random floating girls had their eyes on him as well, staring at his tattooed arms that shined from the thin layer of sweat covering them. Some of them were even bold enough to go up to Benny and throw themselves at him, knowing that he was taken, but not caring.Â
Everyone once in a while, Benny would find your eyes and shake his head in amusement from the unwanted attention.
âI think Iâm the lucky one,â you smile at her.
âWhatever you say. All I know is that it will always amaze me that Benny somehow convinced you to go out with him, â she shakes her head in fake disappointment. âWhat a shame.â
Another laugh makes its way past your lips, causing you to choke on your drink. Kathy wasnât dating anyone from the Vandals, but she hung around them a lot since she was close with some of the members â and of course because you were always around.
You turn around once you feel a presence sit down in the seat on the other side of you, revealing Benny who is already looking back at you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders as he gives you a wink.
âWhat are you saying to her now, Kathy?â he asks with a smile as he looks past you to look at her.
âNothing she didnât already know,â she shrugs, giving you a sly smile.
âWhich isâŠ?â Benny raises an eyebrow at her.
âItâs girl talk. We canât tell you, and you wouldnât want to know either,â you chime in before Kathy could answer. She is notorious for saying something that would get under his skin, but itâs not like it's unwarranted because Benny does the same thing right back to her.
Bennyâs about to say something else when someone interrupts him. You all turn to look at Cockroach and Bennyâs ex, Kay. Well, itâs not really his ex because they didnât really date, itâs just a girl he used to âhave relationsâ with a while ago and who is a regular at the bar.
You shoot Kathy a knowing look, to which she returns, before looking back at the standing pair.
âHey, Benny, a few of us are headed out to have a smoke. Do you want to join?â Cockroach asks, as he playfully shakes Bennyâs shoulders. He holds out a cigarette for Benny to take, Bennyâs ex gives you a smile before looking over at Benny, giving him a hopeful one and wanting him to say yes.
âSure,â Benny answers as he grabs the cigarette from his friendâs hand before looking at you and asking, âDo you want to join?â
You shake your head at the offer. He knows you hate smoking and only put up with it because of him, but he didnât want to leave you out.
âNo, you go ahead,â you tell him.
Benny nods, before getting up from his seat and following a small group. You watch as they walk away and out the double doors, though you could still see them through the glass window.
âWhy didnât you go with him?â Kathy asks as the two of you look outside. âIf I was you and a girl my man used to have sex with and offered him to smoke, I would be right behind him.â
âItâs not like heâs completely out of my eyesight,â you tell her, your eyes still on Benny. You watch as he accepts a lighter Kay offers, leaning down to light the cigarette with it still in his mouth. He takes a deep breath in and then slowly exhales, a cloud of smoke floating out of his mouth.
âIâm not doubting him, believe me that man loves you too much to even give someone else a chance. Iâve never seen him like this. I am doubting that girl though.â
âIâm not too worried about her,â you point out, but you feel your body contradict itself as you watch Kay laugh at something and place a hand on Bennyâs arm to keep herself steady.
You donât know much about Kay, but from what youâve seen around the hangout, she seemed nice. Well, nice enough. Itâs not like she and Benny broke off on bad terms either, they just stopped seeing each other since Benny had decided to leave town for a couple months. And itâs not like she isnât attractive.
That had always been one of your biggest fears when it came to your relationship â Benny just deciding to up and leave you without a momentâs notice, or just randomly drop you from his life. He seemed to be pretty happy and content with you, though, always wanting to be around you. That didnât stop that fear from lingering in the back of your head.
You shake your head, an attempt to make your thoughts disappear, and take a sip from the drink you had been nursing.
Throughout the night, you stay around Kathy. The two of you have a couple more drinks as you both decide to play some rounds at the pool table since most of the guys had walked away. Some of the guys you and Kathy did like were around to play as well. You joined in on some of the bets and even ended up winning some money, but some of the guys got upset.
While all of this was happening, you couldnât stop yourself from looking out of the window at Benny. It was mainly to admire him, but you canât deny the fact that you were trying to read everyoneâs lips through the glass. I mean, you couldnât help yourself. It seemed like Kay was constantly laughing at things Benny would say and vice versa. Then again, they could be pity laughs. You hope they were just pity laughs.
Benny didnât come back inside until the night ended and people were beginning to head home. He said his goodbyes, even to Kay, before coming back inside and searching for you. His eyes land on you near the pool table with Kathy and he makes his way towards you, grabbing your jacket and his.
âYou ready to go?â you hear Benny ask from behind you.
âOh, yeah. I guess it is late,â you turn around to look at him, no Kay in sight. You put the pool stick back in its spot, Kathy doing the same.Â
He hands you your jacket before putting on his leather one as you all exit the bar.Â
âYou two be careful getting home,â Kathy tells the two of you, mostly to Benny as a warning. He rolls his eyes in response.
âRelax, Kathy, sheâll be fine,â Benny says, handing you a helmet before starting the engine of his motorcycle.
You watch as Kathy walks away, heading towards one of the Vandals already on their bikes and asks for a ride home. You give her a wave as Benny pulls off, before wrapping your arms around his waist, hoping he doesnât do anything too reckless on the way home.
You hate that you feel this way about Benny staying outside practically the whole night. Itâs not like itâs a new thing for him since it's common to see some of the Vandals outside enjoying a cigarette. Itâs just that you werenât a huge fan of Kay being in his company, for an extended period of time at that.Â
Again though, you shouldnât care because heâs going home with you tonight and not her, but you still do.
When the two of you arrive back to your place, you quickly dismount the bike and head inside to take a shower, not wanting Benny to see your face because thereâs no doubt that heâll be able to see right through you.Â
You hope he doesnât try to join you in the shower either, since youâre not particularly in the mood at the moment. Thankfully he doesnât and just sprawls out on the bed and waits for his turn in the bathroom.
While Bennyâs in the shower, you decide to go downstairs and make a cup of tea to help you relax â reading a random newspaper while you wait for the water to boil on the stove. Hopefully this will help you get over the petty thoughts in your mind.
âI forgot to ask you, the guys are having this picnic in a couple of days and I was wondering if you wanted to come?â you hear Benny ask as he enters the kitchen. You glance out of the corner of your eye and take in his appearance â heâs wearing sweatpants and a tank top with his hair still damp.
âYeah,â you answer, keeping your eyes on the paper on the counter. âWhoâs going to be there? everyone?â
He starts listing off some names.
âAnd Kay?â you ask.
âI guess so, yeah,â Benny blinks, confused as to why you asked, but choosing to ignore it.Â
Itâs silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything next. Then you hear the sound of boiling water, so you move from leaning against the counter to pour the water into a cup, the tea bag already sitting inside.
Behind you, Benny is staring at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sensing something is up and trying to figure out what. He didnât do anything tonight, at least he doesnât think he did, so why did you seem upset? Was it because of someone back at the bar, one of the Vandals?
âWhatâs up with you?â Benny asks with a tilt of his head.
âNothing, why?â you shrug, giving the water in a cup a small stir before grabbing your newspaper to read again.
âBecause youâve barely said anything since we left the bar, so what is it?â he asks as he steps closer to you.
âI just said something.â
âOh wow, four whole sentences,â he sarcastically says. âIâm serious.â
You take a deep breath. âIâm fine, Iâm just tired.â
Benny doesnât believe it for a second. He steps closer to you and takes the newspaper from your hands, wanting you to look at him. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
âWhat are you doing?â you turn to look at him.
âNo, what are you doing? Whatâs up with this little mood youâre in?â
âBenny, please, itâs too late for this,â you roll your eyes and turn away, reaching for your cup. So much for relaxation.
Benny takes that from your hands too, moving everything out of your reach and using his body to press you against the counter. It took him a minute, but he thinks he has an answer.
âWhatâs your problem?â
âWhy did you ask if Kay was going to the picnic?âÂ
âI didnât know it was a problem for me wanting to know whoâs attending,â you fold your arms across your chest, you glare up at him.
âItâs not, but you never ask about her. So what is it really?â
âWhat are you trying to accuse me of?â
âWe both know what,â Benny leans down closer to your face, placing his arms on the counter on both sides of you. âI just need you to say it.â
âFuck you,â you stare into his eyes, his gaze just as intense.
And fuck him for being able to read you like a book.
âSo itâs true, then?â He raises his eyebrows in amusement.
There was no way in hell you were going to say you were jealous.
But Benny will. âThereâs no need for this facade anymore. Youâre jealous, and thatâs okay,â He smirks.
You just stare back at him, your jaw clenched and slightly embarrassed.
âAnd whatâs even funnier is that itâs because of someone like her,â he laughs.
You donât say anything, but look away from his gaze.
âOh come on, baby, donât be like that,â He told you, moving his head to try and meet your gaze, but you donât budge and continue to stare at the wall. âYou would think that the fact that Iâm sleeping in the house with you is confirmation enough that youâre the one I care for. Not to mention the countless times Iâve left you speechless in the bedroom.â
âBenny!â you gasp, shoving him away from you, but he just comes right back.Â
âWhat made you jealous of her?â He questions, his smirk disappearing and his face becoming more serious.
âNothing important,â you tell him, trying to get him to drop this conversation. You really were tired, and buddy wanted to go to sleep after an eventful night, but itâs Benny.
âNo, no, no. Tell me,â He shakes his head before adding, âDonât make me force it out of you.â
You hesitate for a moment. âShe was practically all over you outside the bar, and you didnât seem to have a problem with it,â you admit.
âI noticed that too, but I didnât want to make a scene,â he says and you shoot him another glare. âBut since you seem to care so much, Iâll remember to make one next time.â
He glanced down at your lips for a second before leaning in to close the gap between the two of you, but you move your head out of the way and press your finger against his lips.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â He mumbles. âWhat now?â
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unpredictable (like the weather) | tyler owens x fem!reader
Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader (mentions of slight Scott x Fem!Reader) Summary: When you meet Tyler Owens, you have no intention of getting to know him â you know what kind of reputation he has in town. Tyler, on the other hand, has only one plan: win you over in any way he possibly can. Warnings: Alcohol, heavy drinking/getting drunk (not the reader), mentions of being sick Word Count: 7k A/N: So, someone commented on my last longer fic, Death Wish Love, saying that Tyler reminds them of the movie The Choice (which I love), so I rewatched it the other day and this is what ended up coming out of that inspiration! I wrote it pretty much all in one day (which is kinda insane for me), but now that Twisters is out online and I rewatched it twice in two days, the desire to write for Tyler is stronger than ever. This one is a longer one, so settle in and enjoy! đ
If someone was to ask Tyler Owens about the first time he met you, heâd say that things didnât quite go to plan. Not that there was a plan at all, really, considering the fact that he didnât know who was going to be on the other side of the door when he heard a knock. All he knew when he opened it was that the woman standing on the other side, holding a stack of several towels in her arms, was the most beautiful person heâd ever seen.
âOh, damn, let me take those,â Tyler said, reaching out to take the towels from you. âI told the owners weâd be happy to come grab them ourselves. You didnât have to bring them all the way up here, but itâs well appreciated.â
You shrugged a shoulder. âThe owners are my parents, and thereâs nothing they love more than sending their daughter to workâŠâ You really looked at him, then. Tall, blonde⊠and soaked from head to toe in water. The man was literally dripping, a puddle having formed on the tiled floor at his feet. âDid one of your pipes break or something? Do you need a repairman?â
Tyler looked down at himself and laughed. âNo, we uhâ we were out chasinâ and we got caught in the middle of a rain storm when we jumped out of the truck to grab some footage.â He jabbed a finger over his shoulder and you spotted another man further in the room, wringing out a bright yellow t-shirt in the sink. âWeather can be pretty unpredictable.â
âOh, youâre storm chasers?â You raised your eyebrows, seemingly intrigued. âWe get a lot of those here at the motel.â
Tyler couldnât help the grin that sprung to his face. âYeah, I bet you do,â he hummed. âNone quite like us, though.â He watched as your lips quirked up into a small smile. âSo, your parents own the place? Does that mean Iâll be seeing you around more often?âÂ
âMaybe. If you need more towels.â
Tyler laughed and you couldnât stop the laughter bubbling from your lips as well. He was just about to ask you for your name when Boone came up to him, grabbed a towel and said âQuit flirting and start dryinâ yourself off. Youâre makinâ a mess of the place in front of the owners daughter, Ty.âÂ
The smile dropped from your face almost instantly and for a moment, you just looked at him without saying a word. Tyler had just started to wonder if he or Boone had said something wrong when you spoke again.Â
âAre you Tyler Owens?â
Boone let out a loud whoop. âTold ya weâre gettinâ famous on Youtube, Ty! 200,000 subscribers, baby!â
âYouâve heard of me,â Tyler replied, a little cockily, ignoring Boone behind him. He was suddenly even more curious about you. You must have come across their Youtube channel â maybe you were even subscribed. He could forgive you for not recognising him at first sight. That simple fact somehow made you even more attractive to him. Maybe you were more interested in their storm chasing videos than in him⊠but he could change that.
âOh, honey, thatâs not a good thing.â
Tyler raised his eyebrows. âAnd whyâs that?â
âIâve been warned about you. By the girls at the bar in town. Ringing any bells?â You crossed your arms over your chest and suddenly Tyler was intimidated. Tyler was the type of guy who never got intimidated.
He hated that it wasnât ringing any bells in his head. Heâd gone to the local bar a fair few times over his years of storm chasing around the area. He was a flirt â that much was clear to anyone that spoke to him. But he was a gentleman as well. His mother had raised him to be.
âPlease donât take offence to this, darlinâ, but I really donât know what youâre talking about,â Tyler attempted, though he had a feeling youâd already made up your mind about him.Â
You smiled at him, then, and Tyler knew it wasnât a friendly smile. It was more of a how the hell donât you know what Iâm talking about smile. If that was a thing.
âTyler Owens, the storm chasing hunk who flirts with everyone but the second things look like they might get serious, he hurries off with a tornado to chase,â you explained. âThat you?â
He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a âHang onâ noâ okay, thatâs notââ
Much to his dismay, you were clearly done with the conversation. âIf the towels are all you need, Iâve gotta get back to work. Youâre welcome to ring the office if you need anything else. Just dial 7 on the phone on the desk.â
With that, Tyler watched as you turned on your heel and walked away. He laughed to himself in disbelief at what had just happened, leaning up against the doorframe until you disappeared from view. Â
âHey, storm chasing hunk suits you, man,â Boone called from where he was towel drying his hair in the mirror.Â
âNot sure if thatâs the kinda reputation Iâm after, Boone.âÂ
Tyler had learnt that day that you could also be just as unpredictable as the weather.Â
~~
After your first encounter with Tyler Owens, you had been glad not to see him for a month. Itâd been a relatively calm weather month, with a few storms here and there but none really amounting to anything. It was good in some ways, but not in others. Less storms meant less storm chasers staying at the motel, which meant less money.Â
Youâd almost found yourself wishing for more storms.
At least until you saw Tylerâs familiar red truck pulling into the parking lot on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
That day, your parents had left you in charge while they headed out to Oklahoma City to stock up on a bunch of supplies that the motel was running low on, and how typical of that to be the day Tyler Owens and the Tornado Wranglers returned after their month long absence.
You watched as Tyler walked towards the office, clearly not bothered by the drizzle of rain. It didnât surprise you â given the fact that heâd been soaked from head to toe when you first met him and was more interested in flirting with you rather than drying off. That had told you everything you needed to know about him.
When he pulled open the door and met your eyes, he flashed you a grin. âYour favourite storm chasing hunk returns,â Tyler greeted, his tone joking. âLong time no see, hey?â
âIf only itâd been longer,â you give him a small smile of your own. âAnd favourite is a bit of a stretch. I met you once and you think you had that much of an impression on me? Have we got some storms coming our way, then?â You attempt to change the topic.
âWhat if I said I was just here to see you?â
You raised your eyebrows as you looked up at him. âIâd say youâre an asshole for getting my hopes up that we might end up booked out with storm chasers for the next couple of days.â
Tyler scrunched up his nose a little. He looked cute. Even though youâd been warned to steer clear of him, you had to admit he was a good looking man. You shook the thought from your mind.
âBeen slow out this way this month?â He asked.
âYou have no idea.â
âWell, itâs your lucky day then. You got five rooms for us? Just for the one night for now. Gotta see what tomorrow brings,â Tyler said.Â
You knew that there were five rooms for them â there were only three other guests staying in the motel at the moment and you had forty rooms, so it was an easy job to book five for Tyler and his team.
âFive rooms, huh? Not sharing anymore?â
The last time theyâd stayed, you remembered that theyâd only booked three rooms. The dark haired man with the moustache had been in Tylerâs room when youâd met him.Â
Tyler nodded. âYeah, our Youtube has kinda blown up a bit over the past month,â he chuckled. âWe can afford separate rooms for the first time ever so weâre making the most of it.â
You made a mental note to look their Youtube channel up later. Even if Tyler wasnât on your radar, all of his friends had seemed nice enough last time you met them, and they must have been fairly talented at what they did to have amassed such a following online. Â
âOkay, so your rooms are from 201 to 205, just head up the stairs to the second level and youâll see the numbers on the doors,â you said, grabbing the five sets of keys to the rooms and handing them to him.
He took the keys, slinging the key rings on his fingers to make them a little easier to carry.Â
âI guess Iâll see you around, then?â Tyler asked, taking a step back from the counter.
You smiled at him. âNot if I can help it.â
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The Tornado Wranglers had stayed at your motel a few more times since the second time Tyler met you, and every time, you had reacted to him the same way. You tolerated him. No matter how much Tyler tried to win you over, flirt with you, get you to show any interest in him, it never worked.Â
Tyler was nursing his sorrows with a beer, the rest of the Wranglers and a few other storm chasing groups in the parking lot of your motel when he saw you. You were tugging on a coat and heading out of the office, a set of car keys in your hands.
Heâd known that you didnât live at the motel like your parents did and had seen you arriving at the motel early in the mornings when heâd been up early during their stays in the past, but heâd never seen you when you left.Â
âIâll be right back,â Tyler said to no one in particular, putting his beer down and standing up, jogging over to where you were walking towards your car. âYou heading out?â
You turned, meeting his eyes, and let out a sigh at the sight of him. âGoing home, actually.â
âWhy donât you stay?â Tyler asked, nodding back to where his group was. âHave a couple of drinks with us. We donât bite, really. You might enjoy yourself.â He was being truthful in his words. Heâd decided to try a new method. No flirting, just honesty. Just trying to show you that he was interested in you without being too over the top.
For a moment, Tyler thought you might actually say yes.
âI canât,â you shook your head. âBut you guys enjoy your night, and try not to be too loud. Remember that my parents live here and they donât wanna deal with noise complaints.â
Tyler laughed. âWhen have we ever been the cause of a noise complaint, darlinâ?â
You laughed, too, and Tyler thought it was the most beautiful sound on earth.
âOkay, none that Iâm aware of but thereâs a first time for everything.â
âExactly,â Tyler grinned. âIf youâre not gonna come have some drinks with us, then what do you say to coming on a chase with us? First time for everything. Promise I wonât drive you into the middle of a tornado on your first chase.â
You raised your eyebrows. âSo, you think Iâm gonna say yes to a tornado chase when I wonât say yes to drinks? Tyler Owens, you are ridiculous,â you let out a breathy laugh. âAnd who says I havenât chased before?â
With that, you were quick to unlock and get into your car, ending the conversation. Tyler stepped out of the way as you reversed and drove out of the motel. He sighed to himself as he walked back to the group, a small smile on his face. Had you chased before? He wanted to know everything about it, about you. Who had you chased with? When? He figured they were questions heâd never get the answers to.Â
âOh, you got it bad, Ty,â Boone said as he got back to his seat.Â
âYeah,â Tyler said, taking a swig of his beer. âYeah, I do.â
~~
The next few times Tyler stayed at the motel, he didnât see you. Your parents had insisted that you were all right when heâd asked, just told him that youâd âgotten busy all of a suddenâ, and Tyler wasnât sure what to make of that.Â
It was the fourth time theyâd stayed at the motel in the past month when he saw you again, and it was only when he and the other Wranglers made their way to the local bar for some drinks after a long day of failed chasing. The very bar youâd mentioned to him that he had a reputation in.Â
He almost walked straight back out the door when he saw you, but Boone pulled him right back in, insisting that this was the night to show you that he was nothing like his reputation anymore. If he could win you over, tonight would be the night, Boone said.Â
Boone had never been further from the truth.
It wasnât long after theyâd arrived that Tyler spotted a few members of the relatively new Storm Par team wandering into the bar, dressed in their uniforms like they were attending a meeting, not going out for drinks. He scoffed â until he saw the tall browned haired man , Scott, he thought his name was, wandering over to you, holding⊠holy hell, was he bringing you roses?
By the smile on your face, they were definitely for you.
Oh, Tyler felt like he could melt right into the floor. So this was why youâd never paid him any attention? This was why youâd been missing from the motel? Your parents telling him you were busy was because you were with Scott? He suddenly remembered you saying youâd been chasing before. It had to have been with Scott.Â
Storm Par had begun to get in their way a lot with their chasing, and now they were getting in his way again, but with you instead.Â
He watched as you took the roses from Scottâs hands and sniffed them, a smile blooming beautifully on your face as Scott took a seat beside you, resting his hand on your thigh.Â
Boone, sitting beside him, muttered an âOh, shit.â
âYeah, oh shit is right,â Lily said from the other side of Boone. âYou all right over there, Ty?âÂ
He hadnât realised heâd paused with his beer half way to his mouth. He cleared his throat and spun around in his chair, moving to face the bar again. The last thing he wanted to do was get caught staring at you in this bar of all places.Â
âIâm fine,â Tyler lied through his teeth. âShe was never interested in me anyway, and now I have a reason not to be interested in her anymore.â Or a reason to be incredibly jealous and have a few too many drinks⊠which is exactly what Tyler did. Â
Later that night, he found himself wandering across the bar to find you. Heâd watched Scott and the rest of the Storm Par team leave an hour ago and had been surprised that youâd stayed behind.Â
Dani and Dexter had attempted to stop him but there was really nothing that could stop Tyler Owens when he set his mind to something. Even if, a few hours ago, Tyler had felt like giving up on winning you over was the best course of action.
But Tyler Owens didnât give up. Not that easily, anyway. And who was he to give in to someone from Storm Par? He was Tyler Owens, a Tornado Wrangler! The fact that he was incredibly drunk never crossed his mind.
âSo,â Tyler said, pulling up the seat beside you. âScott from Storm Par took you chasinâ.â
You spun to look at him, surprised by his appearance. Youâd spotted him in the bar a few hours ago but had been too preoccupied at the time to think much of it. You assumed heâd left when youâd seen a few members of his team leave earlier, but apparently not.
âHe did,â you nodded. âI take it you saw him and the others here earlier.âÂ
Tyler screwed up his nose. âBut youâve never been storm chasinâ with me.â
You looked at him, amused. He was clearly quite intoxicated. Youâd never seen him like this before. Drunk Tyler Owens was quite endearing. âNo, I havenât been.â
âYou should,â he said. âI think you havenât actually been storm chasinâ for real unless youâve been in my truck, storm chasinâ with me. And you havenât been, so your trip with Scott doesnât count.â
You couldnât help but laugh at him. This was the man the girls at this very bar had warned you about? The one that flirted with everyone? The poor man was much too drunk to flirt with anyone right now â including you. That probably wouldnât stop him from trying though.
âOh, doesnât it? Well, thatâs a shame. Iâll have to tell Scott.â
Tyler shook his head. âDonât tell your boyfriend I said that.â
âBoyfriend?â You raised your eyebrows. âWho says heâs my boyfriend?â
You saw something like hope spark in Tylerâs eyes. âIsnât he?â
âHe wishes he was,â you admitted, looking down at the roses on the table in front of you. You hadnât expected him to give those to you, nor to make a beeline to you when they arrived at the bar tonight. Sure, Scott was cute, and he could be sweet when he wanted to be, but when you looked at him⊠well, that was the problem, really. When you looked at him, you just couldnât look at him the way you should look at someone you really liked.Â
Tyler stared at you for a few moments, as if in shock. âI will be right back.â
With that, Tyler jumped up from the chair and bolted straight to the mens bathroom. You watched as the man he was sitting with before, Dexter, sighed and walked into the bathroom after him. Dani, the other member of his team, wandered over to you.
âSorry about him,â she said, nodding her head towards the bathrooms. âHe usually doesnât get that drunk. Heâs much better at holding his liquor than youâd think he is.âÂ
You shook your head. âNo, itâs fine. Will he be okay? If he doesnât drink that much?â
âYeah, heâll be fine,â Dani seemed quite certain. âHeâll wallow in his self pity for a while and then heâll be back to same olâ Tyler. Anyway, Iâm gonna go order an Uber to take us back to the motel. No way Tyâs staying here after that. See you around, yeah?â
Dani left before you had a chance to ask her what self pity he was wallowing in and by the time Tyler and Dexter came out of the bathroom, Tyler was in no state to continue a conversation with you. Dexter gave you a nod as he helped a very green looking Tyler out of the bar and probably into the Uber awaiting them outside.Â
You finished off your drink and sat in silence, thinking to yourself for a while. For the first time since youâd met Tyler Owens four months ago, you were actually feeling intrigued by him.
~~
Itâd been three weeks since your encounter with Tyler Owens at the bar. You hadnât seen them the following morning, as theyâd left the motel early to get chasing, according to your parents, who had taken the keys when they checked out.Â
Theyâd been at the motel once since, and youâd been surprised at the disappointment you felt when Tyler had ignored you for the entire time. He hadnât even said a single hello, nor come up to you and joked or flirted with you like he usually did. You had no idea if he remembered your conversation at the bar a few weeks ago, but your instinct told you that he didnât. You couldnât help but be curious at what had caused the switch.
It was out of that same curiosity that you typed Tornado Wranglers into Youtube and clicked on their channel, wondering if you watched some of their videos, youâd get some kind of clue as to why Tyler had changed around you. They had 500,000 followers now, and you vaguely remembered Boone mentioning they had 200,000 when youâd first met them. That was quite an impressive growth for four months, especially for something as niche as storm chasing.
You were about to start scrolling through their videos when you noticed a new one, right at the top, titled Not My First Tornadeo Live Stream. You laughed a little at the name as you clicked on it, not sure what you were exactly clicking onto. But your breath caught in your throat at the sight that greeted you when it loaded.
For the first time, you let yourself notice how attractive Tyler Owens really was.
Tyler and Boone were sat in the front seats of what you assumed was his red truck and, by the looks of it, they were driving head first into a tornado, as they seemed to do quite often judging by the thumbnails and titles of their other videos. Tyler was driving, one hand on the wheel and his other arm leaning against the arm rest.
âLooks like this is gonna be a good one, guys!â Boone cheered, turning to face the camera to the outside of the truck and showing the tornado forming in front of them. âLook at that beauty!â
You furrowed your eyebrows, watching as Boone moved, taking the camera with him and pointing it out of the passenger seat window. He then spun it again, facing it towards himself to show the upper half of his body hanging out the window.Â
âBoone, get back inside,â you could barely hear Tylerâs voice through the wind on the microphone.
You were surprised when Boone listened to him, moving back inside the truck and pointing the camera at Tyler. Youâd never seen them storm chasing before, but you could tell from the look on Booneâs face that Tyler wasnât quite himself.Â
âTylerâs feeling a little out of sorts today,â Boone started. âWell, all month, actually. You need to get laid, Ty. Hell, I know it, you know it, even the tornado knows it.â
âBoone, are we live right now?â Tyler glanced at him.
âYeah, we are, and the chat agrees,â Boone said, clearly looking at something on the screen. âOh, hang on â I think we even have some volunteers!â
âDonât say stuff like that. What if sheâs watching?â
She? Youâre suddenly intrigued. Who is this mysterious she that Tyler mentioned? Heâd never mentioned anything about another woman to you â not like he would ever tell you, since he spent most of his time when he spoke to you just getting on your nerves. At least until the bar. But maybe things had changed. Maybe thatâs why heâd been different. Because he had something serious with someone.Â
Maybe he was no longer the storm chasing flirting hunk that he had been when youâd first met him. Thatâd explain why heâd stopped flirting with you and started ignoring you. Something uncomfortable settled in your stomach.Â
Boone scoffed. âTy, the day that girl watches one of our lives is gonna be the day that tornadoes miraculously decide to stop forming.â He looked at the screen. âEveryoneâs asking who she is now, yâknow?â
âThank you so much for telling allââ Tyler paused to quickly glance at the screen himself, âall 284,000 people watching us right now about her.â
âYou brought it up, man!â Boone replied defensively. âHey, maybe thisâll give you more luck with the ladies and help you get over her. Guys, if anyoneâs interested, weâre gonna be atââ
âLetâs focus on the tornado, Boone!â Tyler shouted, louder than youâd ever heard him before. But it did the job, bringing Booneâs focus back to the tornado in front of them as they drove closer to it.
Your mind was whirring as you watched them get closer. You were sure Tyler was right with what heâd said at the bar. Maybe you never really had been storm chasing, considering the fact that what you were watching was so different to the chase that Scott had taken you on. And Boone had said something about getting over her. Had Tyler been dating someone? Had it ended badly?Â
As if on cue, your phone buzzed beside the computer, the screen lighting up with Scottâs name on it. You stared at it for a moment and then picked it up and hit answer.Â
~~
âMan, you gotta tell me what the hell is going on,â Boone said, grabbing a beer out of the cooler and sitting down on the fold-up chair next to where Tyler was sitting comfortably with a beer of his own. âYouâve been in a bad mood for like a whole month. Even the chat is starting to notice when weâre live during a chase. Itâs bad for business.â
Tyler sighed and took a long drink of his beer.
âItâs cause of that girl,â Dani offered from her spot in the doorway of the van. âYou know, the one from that motel? Remember when we went to that barâ oh, wait, you wouldnât remember cause you got drunk by 9 oâclock and Lily took you back to the motel.âÂ
Boone narrowed his eyes at her. âYeah, I remember a bit, Dani.â
âGuys, come on,â Tyler attempted, breaking his silence. âItâs late, weâre all tired after the last couple weeks. Can we not just enjoy the quiet and relax?â
âNo, man, we canât,â Boone sat up straighter in his chair. âIâm invested now. What happened with that girl from the motel?â
Dani pointed a finger over to where the Storm Par cars were parked. A few of the members of that team were milling about, but most of them had headed upstairs already. âSheâs dating Scott from the Storm Par team,â she explained.Â
Tylerâs eyes narrowed in on Scott, who was pacing back and forward, holding his phone up to his ear. Was he talking to you? Listening to you, hearing your beautiful laughter on the other end of the line? On second thoughts, Tyler didnât wanna know.
âOh, wait â I do remember that! Didnât he give her flowers?â Boone piped up, memories coming back from his very drunken night. Tyler was surprised he was able to remember the detail about the flowers considering how much heâd had to drink that night.Â
âYeah, he did,â Lily nodded, joining in the conversation. âAnd then Ty got so drunk he apparently ran out on her mid conversation so he could go and throw up in the toilet, and Dexter had to go and rescue him.âÂ
Tyler furrowed his eyebrows. âMid conversation with her?â He looked between Dexter and Dani. âWas I talking to her when I was sick?â
Dexter nodded. âYeah, we tried to stop you from going over there but it wouldâve taken a tornado to hold you back from her, I think. You werenât there for long before you made the dash to the bathroom though.â
âYeah, but she seemed to be understanding when I talked to her about it,â Dani added.
Tyler frowned. He had no memory of that at all â what had he been talking to you about? Heâd seen you from a distance the last time heâd been at your motel but heâd made a point not to speak to you because of Scott, trying to save himself the heartbreak, telling himself it was his own damn fault for liking a girl who never gave him even the slightest hint of reciprocation. He took another drink of his beer. Whatever youâd spoken about didnât matter.
âOkay, enough about her. Iâm sorry Iâve been in a bad mood, letâs just move on, all right?â Tyler raised his beer in the air. âHow about a cheers to being 10,000 subscribers away from 600k?âÂ
~~
It didnât take Tyler long to go back on his word about moving on.Â
When they all stayed at your motel again, he had no idea that youâd been watching the livestream a few weeks ago, but what he did know was that he wasnât going to give up so easily. Heâd learnt a lot over the past few weeks of storm chasing. Especially when he saw Scott from Storm Par parked on the side of the road, yelling at one of his team members.
That enough told Tyler that he had to win you over more than ever. He just hoped that in the past few weeks since heâd last spoken to you and since heâd seen you at the bar with Scott, things hadnât gotten so serious between the two of you that he couldnât stop it.Â
Tyler knew that you deserved someone so much better than Scott. Even if that wasnât him, he wasnât going to let you end up with someone like that â a man that yelled at his coworkers the way heâd seen Scott yelling at his was not a good man.
He and the team had taken their bags upstairs to their rooms after your parents checked them in and Tyler had been heading back down to the truck to grab a few things they couldnât carry before when he spotted you. You were walking into the entrance of the hotel from the street.Â
Tyler quickly forgot about getting the things out of the truck and made a beeline to you. He could tell by the look on your face that you were surprised at seeing him. Probably because heâd ignored you last time he was here â something he regretted â and here he was, walking right up to you.
âTyler,â you greeted him with a nod of his head and made an attempt to side-step around him, but he was quick enough to step in your way, making it so you couldnât pass him. You looked up at him with raised eyebrows. âHave you remembered I exist this visit?â
âListen, about thatââ
âOh, youâre actually talking to me now?â
Tyler huffed. âYeah, I am talking to you now.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm going to win you over. Like Iâve been trying to do for the past six months.â
âSix months? Tyler, why are you so intent on winning me over?â
Tyler took a deep breath and then spoke. âBecause I like you. I have ever since I first met you. And I cannot stand the idea of you being with someone like Scott, so if youâll just listen to me for a secondââ
âScott?â You cut him off. âYou donât remember that conversation at the bar, do you?â
He paused. âDo you not remember how drunk I was?â
You laughed to yourself. âWell, yes. I do remember you being so drunk you had to run off to the bathroom, you were slurring all your words and you called Scott my boyfriend. I told you that he wasnât. He still isnât, and he never will be.âÂ
Scott had called you that day you were watching the livestream to tell you that he wasnât sure he could put as much time into a relationship with you as he put into his job and chasing. It had been a weight off your chest â one you didnât even realise you had there.
The look on Tylerâs face almost made you laugh again. He looked completely flabbergasted. Â You reached up and gently patted his shoulder in slight pity before stepping around him and heading towards the office. Your parents had given you a break, which youâd used to go for a walk and stretch your legs, and they were likely awaiting your return.
Tyler stood in shock for a few moments, but it only took him a second longer to come to his senses. He turned around and called your name, making you turn back to face him. There was a look of amusement on your face.Â
âYes, Tyler?âÂ
âGo on a date with me,â Tyler said, the words accidentally being more of an order and less of a question. He cleared his throat and tried again. âI mean â will you go on a date with me?â
That was really not very gentlemanly of him at all.Â
 âI thought you usually run away and chase tornadoes before it can get serious with girls.â
Tyler shrugged his shoulders. âThought Iâd change it up a bit and chase you instead.â He paused and then laughed. âOkay, that sounded way more creepy than I intended it to sound. Donât take that too seriously, darlinâ.â
You couldnât help but smile at him and the sound of his laughter. Despite the fact that you had spent the last few months doing nothing but tolerating Tyler Owens, you relented. What could it hurt, anyway? It wasnât him flirting with you at a bar and running off before things got serious. Besides, you had a feeling you might have judged him a little too harshly based on his reputation at first. âFine. One date.â
âHow does tomorrow night sound?â
âYou sure you can fit me into your tornado chasing schedule?âÂ
âYeah, Iâll pass on a message to the tornados not to happen tomorrow night.â
When Tyler headed back upstairs later that night, he found Boone sitting in his room. He looked at him expectantly as Tyler closed the door behind him. âSo, how did it go, man?â
Tyler found it impossible to keep the smile off of his face. âThat Storm Par asshole is out of the picture, and I have a date scheduled for tomorrow night.â
~~
For the first time in a long time, Tyler Owens had forgotten to check the weather before leaving the motel. But somehow, it had worked out in his favour. His plans of a romantic sunset picnic were going perfectly. The sky was coloured in bright oranges and pinks. It was the perfect backdrop for your first date.Â
Tyler opened up the picnic basket from its spot on the picnic blanket underneath you and passed you a sandwich. You were sat just to the right of him, your eyes fixed on the sunset.Â
âDid my mother make this?â You asked, looking down at the sandwich.
He grinned. âI may have enlisted her help. Yâknow, she told me that she prefers me to âthat other boy sheâs been seeingâ. Says I have more of a country boy spirit to me, that the other one seemed too much like a city kid.âÂ
You snorted. âI mean, sheâs not wrong there. When Scott took me chasing, he specifically made sure we stayed out of the hail and he was very proactive with making sure I always had my window wound up so no water got inside the car.â
If Tyler had been drinking, he was pretty certain he would have spat it all back out. âAnd you seriously went out with that asshole?â He shook his head. âYouâve seen the greener side of the grass now that youâre here with me, though, havenât you?â
You scrunched up your nose. âHmm, itâs not that much greenerâŠâ
Tyler gave you a look that made you laugh.Â
âNo, but seriously. Your storm chasing looks much more adventurous than Scottâs. A hell of a lot scarier, as well. You wonât catch me hanging out the side of your truck just to get a good video of it, thatâs for sure,â you grinned.Â
He looked at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. âYouâve seen our videos?â
âYeah,â you nodded, taking a small bite of the sandwich finally. âI watched a little bit of one of your live streams a little while ago. Boone was hanging out the side of your car and was saying something about you needing to get laid.â
Tyler flushed. Oh, no. Out of all of the live streams you could have caught and youâd watched that one? The one where Boone had said tornadoes would be more likely to stop forming all together rather than you watching their videos? âOkay, Iâm gonna need you to wipe that whole experience from your brain for me, okay darlinâ?âÂ
You couldnât help but laugh at him, shaking your head at his pink tinged cheeks. He was embarrassed. At this point, you honestly werenât sure that Tyler Owens even knew how to feel embarrassed. But apparently, he could.
âOnly if you tell me one thing in return, cowboy.â
âDeal.â
âWhy were you so intent on winning me over? And donât say itâs just because you like me.â
Tyler sighed and leant back on his hands, staring up at the sky which had dulled a little in colour but was still beautiful. âWell, you know that when we first met each other, I liked you straight away. I was flirting with you from the get-go. I think at first it started out as a little bit of a challenge for me. Iâm not really used to girls not liking me â and I know that sounds cocky as hell, and it is, but thatâs just the truth,â he admitted. âBut there was always just something about you that made me wanna get to know you better. And I donât give up once I set my mind to something, which is why weâre sitting here right now.â
You honestly felt flattered by his words. Amused, too, about his admission that he wasnât used to girls not being interested in him. But mostly flattered.Â
âNow you tell me why you said yes to this date,â Tyler said.
There was no point lying or trying to come up with any other answer other than the truth. You also didnât want to lie to him. Heâd been completely honest with you. He deserved the same from you.
âWhen we first met, I really didnât like you. I think I made that pretty clear. I wasnât interested in being just another girl who got flirted with and then abandoned. But I think that night at the bar, the one you donât remember, was what made me interested in you. It was the first time Iâve seen you completely honest. You werenât just trying to flirt with me or mess with me. And then you ignored me the next time you saw me.â
âI said Iâm sorry about that!â
âI know,â you smiled. âBut I just think I said yes because I figured, what the hell? Things with Scott and I were never gonna work out, I was getting jealous over you mentioning your ex on a live stream. If that isnât a sure sign I like you at least enough to say yes to a date, I donât know what is.â
Tyler sat up straighter. âMentioning my ex on a live stream?â
âYeah,â you nodded. âBoone was talking about you getting over someone. You donât remember? It was the same one where he hung out the window. I only watched the one.â
âDarlinâ, that wasnât about an ex.â
âNo?â
âIt was about me trying to get over you.â
You stared at him for a moment and then burst into laughter, completely unable to stop yourself. Tyler couldnât help but laugh as well. The amount of miscommunication between the two of you simply because you didnât communicate was ridiculous.Â
Both of you had been so busy in your conversation and laughter that neither of you had realised that the sunset had disappeared, replaced with dark clouds. It wasnât until rain started falling that you both stopped laughing and looked up to the sky.
âShit, we need to get the stuff back to the truck!â Tyler was quick to jump up, scooping things back into the picnic basket while you grabbed the blanket and rolled it up in your arms.Â
You both laughed as you ran back to the truck, luckily parked not far away, and shoved the basket and blanket on the back seat. But the rain had intensified so much in the short amount of time that you were both already soaked to the bone by the time youâd gotten to the car.
âWe could really use some of those motel towels right now, huh?â You said.
Tyler looked at you and laughed again. There was no rush from either of you to get back into the truck as you stood side by side beside it, looking into each others eyes as the rain pummelled down.Â
He couldnât believe he was here right now with you. Standing in the rain, on a date. Heâd forgotten to check the weather for the first time in a long time. But heâd known all along just how unpredictable the weather could be. Just like you could be. And just like he could be, too.
âCan I kiss you?â He asked, voice loud enough to be heard against the sound of the rain and thunder that had just appeared overhead.Â
He watched as your lips quirked up into a smile. âYes,â you nodded in reply.
Tyler wasted no time in placing his hands on your waist and bringing his lips to yours. Heâd never kissed anyone in the rain before, and while it was a memorable experience, it wasnât entirely pleasant, especially due to the rain getting heavier and heavier by the second, but none of that bothered him because he was kissing you. Because it was your lips moving against his, your hands running through his hair, your body pressed up against his.Â
When you broke apart for air, Tyler rested his forehead against yours.
âSo, did I win you over?â
âHmm,â you smiled. âMaybe if you bring me some towelsâŠâÂ
Tyler let out a laugh and leant in to peck your lips again. âCominâ right up, darlinâ.â
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The Winning Pitch
Kenji Sato x Cheerleader!Reader
Synopsis: At college, Kenji Sato gets to know you during your trainings. When the universityâs big game approaches, both you and Kenji strive for success in your respective teams. A heartwarming conclusion celebrates both victory and love.
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Kenji Sato: student-athlete and campus crush. Heâs an aspiring baseball star who was very determined for that title. To add to that, hundreds of girls are pining for him. Which makes you wonder how lucky you were to have landed on this guy.
You guys met at universityâin college. It started one sunny day at training. The sports field was wrapped in a golden glow as the sounds of athletes training and cheerleaders practicing filled the air.
Kenji, the star, was in the middle of a batting practice. He was focused, his eyes never leaving the ball as he swung with precision and power.
On the adjacent field, you were rehearsing a new cheerleading routine with your squad. The upcoming game was a big one, and everyone was working hard for it to be perfect.
You were on top of a cheer pyramid when your captain blew her whistle and then clapped her hand. âAlmost there!â She said. âWe just need to work on the trembling, (y/n).â
With that, the girls on the base helped you get back down on the ground. âAnd, bases, we need to work on how weâre gonna dismount that,â she added as she watched.
âAlright, team,â she announced once youâve reached the ground. âBe back after 5 minutes for strength training.â
With that, the team temporarily parted. You walked past others who were doing stretches as you headed toward the drinking fountain.
On your way, your eyes drifted towards the baseball field. There, you saw the face everyone was talking about. You knew Kenji Sato. Who doesnât? You guys havenât talked to each other, though.
You watched as he hit another home run, the ball sailing over the fence with ease. Impressed, you found yourself smiling.
Kenji suddenly turned and caught your eye. He smiled back, a little surprised but pleased to see you watching. Suddenly, you see him walking over to where you were.
You felt a soft warmth rise to your cheeks. You quickly turned around to drink at the fountain as you were supposed to.
âHey there,â Kenji greeted, now standing nearby. You turned the faucet off and wiped your lips before turning. âIâve seen you around. Cheer squad, right?â
âYeah,â you nodded. âAnd youâre Kenji Sato, baseball star.â You smiled up at him as you crossed your arms in front of you.
Kenji chuckled. âI wouldnât say star, but I do my best,â he said. His eyes drifted to look behind you where you began hearing your teammates gasp and squeal.
âYou guys look great out there,â he said. âMust be a lot of hard work.â
âIt is,â you admitted. âYouâre pretty impressive yourself. That last hit was amazing.â
âThanks,â Kenji said, his smile widening. âSayââ but before he could continue, you heard your captain call. You looked behind to see your team gathering together.
âTimeâs up, Sato,â you looked back and smiled at him. âSee you around.â With that, you turned to jog back to training.
But Kenji didnât leave yet. He stayed to watch a little longer. He saw some of your teammates gather around you squealing and asking you about him. You just gently brushed off their questions as you bent down to do stretches.
Those small talks in between trainings and during breaks became frequent. It had become a familiar scene to both your teams to see you two by the water fountain, chatting.
There are times heâd arrive there before you; and there, heâd wait. Sometimes, heâd be on his phone. Other times, heâd watch you finish your routine from the distance.
As the day of the game was nearing, your practices became more grueling. The captain called for a break and you sighed in relief. You headed over to the fountain to rehydrate as youâve always done so. However, as you turned it on, no water came out. You turned the handle on and off repeatedly yet nothing changed.
Frustrated, you wiped your forehead. The heat of the afternoon sun clawed on your skin and you felt your throat dry even more. Just as you were about to turn back, you heard a familiar voice behind you.
âHere,â Kenji said, holding out a water bottle.
Surprised but grateful, you smiled and took it. âThanks, Kenji,â you said. âYouâre a lifesaver.â
âGotcha,â he said with a wink. âI was here earlier for your short break. However, it seemed like practice is more intense lately and your breaks have been reduced.â
Every day, he did this. He memorized the time of your breaks so he could come over for a chat.
You took a sip of water, feeling the cool liquid refresh you. âYeah, they are,â you replied. âHowâs practice going for you?â
âWell,â he replied, taking a sip from his bottle. âJust working on my swing and some drills.â
You nodded in response before chugging the contents of the bottle down to half. Just then, the captain called for the squad to regroup.
You placed a hand on Kenjiâs bicep. âThanks again for the water,â you smiled, looking up at him. âIâll see you around.â
You turned to walk back to your team before you could even see the small blush that crept on his face. The same goes for him; he did not see the little grin you had on as you went away.
These small moments with Kenji were becoming the highlights of your day. Each day you grew excited for it and started looking forward to where it could lead.
The next day, you arrived at the field earlier than usual. You found yourself scanning the area to see if Kenji was there early, too.
He was, practicing his swings. He stopped when he saw you. With a grin, he jogged over, holding out another water bottle.
âJust in case the faucetâs still broken,â he said with a wink. You laughed, taking the bottle, âThanks, Kenji.â
âSo hey, uhh,â he said as he did a bit of stretches here and there. âI was wondering if youâd like to go out with me sometime? Maybe grab a coffee or catch a movie?â
You immediately smiled at the invitation. âThat sounds nice,â you said. âBut how about this? If you win the upcoming game, Iâll go out with you.â
Kenjiâs eyes lit up with determination and amusement. âWell then,â he replied. âBetter start getting ready for that date then because weâre going to win.â
You grinned, enjoying the playful banter. âWeâll see about that,â you said. âGood luck, Kenji.â You knew Kenji and his team had a good chance. Your squad makes sure you guys have, too.
Counting the time left before the game, the weeks turned to days, to hours, until it was only a matter of seconds before your squad headed out into the field to perform.
The stadium lights blazed brightly. Fans cheered for their respective teams, as the anticipation built.
You stood with your team at the edge of the field, lining up into position as you all waited for the cue to start. One signal from the facilitators and you guys were up and running to the center of the field.
As the music began, you and your squad moved into formation, executing sharp, precise motions in perfect synchronization. The crowdâs cheers grew louder, a testament to the flawless execution you and your team worked tirelessly to achieve. Every jump, every tumble, every lift was met with applause.
Kenji stood with his teammates near the dugout, eyes fixed on you. He watched in awe seeing that your training paid off. He had seen you practice from his spot in the field, but it was truly magical to see you perform under the bright stadium lights.
The music shifted, signaling the climax of your performance. Your team smoothly transitioned to the pyramid. The bases positioned themselves. The middle layer climbed into place. And finally, it was your turn. With a deep breath, you ascended to the top, standing tall and confident.
At that moment, Kenji couldnât contain his excitement. âGo, (y/n)!â He shouted, rendering his teammates amused. You guys were supposed to cheer for them, not the other way around.
Hearing him, your smile grew bigger. You extended your arms into a high V, holding the pose with perfect balance.
Kenji continued to cheer, his voice carrying over the crowd. âYouâre amazing!â He yelled. âKeep it up!â
Just when everyone thought it was done, you transitioned into a heel stretch. The stadium erupted in applause, Kenjiâs voice among them.
The captain called for the dismount. With flawless coordination, the pyramid began to lower. You descended gracefully, each layer in perfect harmony until your feet touched the ground.
As the routine was concluded, you and your teammates high-fived and hugged each other. The audienceâs applause was deafening.
You glanced towards the dugout, meeting Kenjiâs eyes. He was beaming with pride and happiness.
As your team retreated out of the field, you jogged over to him. âThat was incredible, (y/n)!â He said enthusiastically. âYou guys are amazing!â
Breathlessly, you smiled. âThanks, Kenji,â you said. âWe gave it our all.â
Kenjiâs eyes shone with admiration. âThat fired me up, (y/n),â he said. For a moment, he cleared his throat. He leaned a little close to whisper, âI hope youâre not forgetting your end of the deal.â
You chuckled at him. âI know youâll do great, Kenji,â you said. âWeâre all cheering for you guys.â You gave a wink before running back to your squad.
Soon after, the game began. As the first pitch was thrown, Kenji stepped up to the plate. He sure was going to win this game tonight.
It had been intense. The scores were close and the stakes were high. Everyone was on the edge of their seats.
Kenji stepped up to the plate, the stadium quieted in anticipation. The opposing pitcher glared, ready to deliver the next pitch. Kenji tightened his grip on the bat, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the ball.
The first pitch flew, a fastball right down the middle. Kenji swung with precision, the bat hitting it with a satisfying crack. The ball soars through the air, heading towards the outfield. The crowd cheered as Kenji sprinted towards first base.
âGo, Kenji!â you shouted from the sidelines.
Kenjiâs heart pounded as he rounded first base, watching the outfielders scramble to catch the ball. He approached second base. The ball hit the ground, bouncing past the outfielders, and Kenji knew he had a chance.
âKeep going!â his teammates yelled.
Kenji didnât hesitate. He sprinted towards third base, his eyes fixed on the coachâs signals. As he neared, the coach signaled him to go for home. He rounded third base, heading for home plate.
The outfielder finally retrieved the ball and threw it toward the infield. Kenji could see the catcher positioning himself, ready to tag him out. He pushed himself harder, sliding into home plate with all his might.
The dust settled, and the umpireâs voice rang out, âSafe!â
The stadium exploded into cheers. Kenjiâs teammates rushed towards him, lifting him into the air. He had scored the winning run, securing victory for his team.
As the team celebrated, Kenjiâs eyes searched the crowd, finding you among the cheerleaders. You were beaming with joy, cheers echoing through the noise.
The team set Kenji down, and he jogged over to the sidelines. Without a second thought, he pulled you into an embrace.
âYou did it, Kenji!â you exclaimed, jumping in his arms. Kenji grinned, his heart still racing. âThat was an incredible game! You were so good out there!â
âThanks, (y/n),â he said, letting go of you. He looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. âSo, how about it?â he asked with a grin. âYou, me, and a celebration dinner?â
You smiled warmly, nodding. âIâd love that,â you answered.
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I'll wait for your love - 18+
See part 1 | See Part 2 | Part 3 of We can't be friends (wait for your love)
The only thing youâre sure of is that you donât want things to go back to the way they were and Spencer agrees that change may be for the best.
Spencer Reid X Fem! Reader
DISCLAIMER This story is NSFW and contains graphic depictions + detailed descriptions of adult content. It is intended for mature audiences only, minors do not interact! You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you donât like it, donât read.Â
WARNINGS: Panic attack mentioned, slight PTSD depictions, case details (barely) mentioned, alcohol mentioned like once. Smut (not the focus at all): making out, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, praise, use of pet names (angel, pretty girl, etc). Proceed at your own risk.
Word count: 10.4K See notes at end for authors note & spoilers.
Avoiding Spencer wasnât overly difficult on the flight back to D.C. You werenât entirely sure how to face him after he risked his life for you, so you just pretended to be asleep the whole time. You even took a separate jeep from the tarmac to avoid a car ride back with him, and almost made a clean getaway to your car in the parking lot when Hotch stopped you.Â
âIâm sorry to hold you back, but I do need the Anchorage report on my desk before tomorrow morning. It canât be put off any longer.â
He looked extremely apologetic and you understood. Youâre grateful he gave you as much time as he has. Thatâs how you ended up stuck at work til the later hours of the evening. Besides the few workaholics, security guards and janitors roaming around the corridors, the only other person there with you is Spencer, oddly. Even Hotch has gone home. Youâve spent more time stalking the doctor work through the pile of case files on his desk than you have writing in the one on yours. Only when you're caught do you look away.Â
âEverything okay?â The innocent curiosity in his big eyes further reddens the hot embarrassment in your cheeks.
âFine.â You mutter, dipping your head back down to the open page.
Youâre never going to get this damn file done if you canât get him out of your head, and him being barely three feet away from you doesnât help. Itâs very difficult for you to get your words from pen to paper. Anchorage wasnât haunting you like it did at first. It was a traumatic event, yes, but alone isnât the cause of thisâŠblock. Obviously the reality that youâre leaving is starting to dawn on you. Somehow your mind has linked this case with your departure and finishing this report makes it more official than your actual resignation.Â
Plus, as much as you definitely hate Spencer, you do did care for him. The shock of him almost getting himself killed in front of you is another thing occupying your mind. Itâs barely been twenty four hours since then, itâs still fresh. You can see him stand and grab his satchel in your peripheral vision, heâs preparing to leave. There are a lot of memories attached to that brown leather bag.Â
Things he would carry in there for you when you forgot your own bag.Â
You donât make it obvious that youâre watching him gather his things in small glances.Â
He bought extra hair clips for you to keep in there because you would often forget those too.Â
Itâs over now. No point in dwelling on it. You shake your head once heâs out of sight, trying to force him out of your thoughts. Now that heâs gone youâre hoping to actually be able to get some work done.
He taught you chess with the mini chess set he keeps in there. You discovered that you actually quite liked chess and would ask to play with him all the time. It was also his âsecretâ weapon to help you calm down.Â
You roll your eyes to push back the tears from the memories that refuse to stop playing. This can wait until you get home, itâs not important.Â
It wasnât the chess set that helped you feel calm. Spencer could win chess against you in just a few moves, but he would deliberately stretch out the game so you could have room to breathe. The longer the game, the more time you had to spend focused on the moves and slow down your thoughts. You could open up at your own pace. He would let you feel in control.
It doesnât matter if heâs near you or not, Spencer has a way of invading your headspace wherever he is. Your train of thoughts is interrupted with a light thud on your right. You covertly roll the tears away again and turn to examine the source of the noise. A mug of coffee placed on your desk by
âSpencer?â You sputter breathlessly.Â
âSorry. I know you told me to stop. This is the last time I promise.âÂ
You donât fully comprehend what heâs going on about, not expecting him to be here at all.Â
âI thought you left.â
âI didâ was. I was leaving, but I thought Iâd make you some coffee before I go. Since youâve been here a while.â He awkwardly explains.Â
You steadily direct your attention back to the mug, reeling in what was happening.Â
âBefore you get mad, this really is just a cup of coffee from a colleague who thought it might help keep you energised if youâre planning to stay late. Thereâs no ulterior motiveâŠâ
He continues rambling but youâre not mentally present to hear any of it.Â
He made you coffee.Â
Even though youâve been nothing short of an absolute bitch. Granted he was a bitch first, but the point is that heâs still thinking of your well being regardless. You canât hide your tears from him this time. Itâs the soft buzz of your name that draws you back to him.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to upset you! Iâll take the coffeeââ
His panicked sentiment is cut short when you jump out of your seat and shove past him. The breakdown youâve been avoiding hits you like a ton of bricks. You run into the nearest empty office and he runs after you, making it past the door before you can lock him out.Â
âSpencer pâplease get out! Iâm fine.â Youâre pacing in the same spot, fanning away the stream falling down your cheeks, hyperventilating.
He doesnât respond to you, instead cautiously taking your hand in his. Youâre in too frenzied a state to care. He guides you to sit on the couch against the wall and you blindly go along with it, still trying to get yourself together.Â
You want to stop the tears, but you canât do that until you get your breathing under control. He slowly wraps his arms around you and you slump into him, head buried in his chest. You should try to fight it, you should push him away, but you canât. Right now, surrounded by his scent, held in his arms, you donât want to move. Itâs not something you can properly explain, but the feeling is so comforting that nothing else matters. All you know is that youâre safe and thatâs enough for you to allow yourself to finally break down.Â
The first few sobs are loud, like thereâs not enough air in the world to stabilise your lungs. They fizzle out into silent whimpers and you grasp onto the fabric of his sweater, balling it in your fist, just letting yourself feel. Spencer still hasnât said a word. His right hand is rubbing circles on your back and his left hand is gently scratching just above the nape of your neck.Â
You stay like that for a while, even after youâve stopped crying. Itâs been so long since youâve been in this little bubble with him and you donât want it to end. You pull away when you feel the strap of his satchel across his stomach as your hand drops to his lap. He visually follows every move you make.Â
âYouâre still wearing your bag.â You sniffle, leaning back.Â
âI am.â He whispers, understanding that you no longer want to be touched.Â
He stays in his original position; facing you, but now with one arm resting on top of the backrest and the other idly in his lap. Youâve moved so that now you're facing ahead with your back leaning against the cushions, pulling your knees into your chest. You had never found comfort in silence until the first time you experienced it with Spencer. Staying huddled, you divert your eyes towards him. Thereâs a distinct wet patch on his shirt. Itâs less visible on his sweater-vest, but itâs there.Â
âYour shirtâs wet now.â Itâs almost impossible to make out what youâre saying with your mouth muffled against your arm, but of course, Spencer manages anyway.Â
âItâll dry.â He smiles, tone delicate.Â
âButâ germs.â You choke a little due to your previous crying.Â
âIt can be washed.â Heâs using his comforting voice again.Â
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be.â
The silence resumes. Neither of you dares to move, trying to freeze this moment. Itâs obvious that you didnât grasp how badly you craved each otherâs presence.Â
âDâdoâŠâ The initial sound grabs Spencerâs full attention again. You take a deep breath, hoping he wants to stay here as much as you do. âDo you still carry that little chess set with you?â
A small, airy chuckle comes out from him.Â
âWould you like to play?â
âPlease.âÂ
He creates some more space between you and begins to set up the board once heâs pulled it out of his satchel. You move to accommodate the set up, now facing him with your legs crossed on the couch and shoes abandoned on the floor. You wait for him to make the first move. After the opening moves the game doesnât seem to get any harder and you know heâs throwing the game. Youâre okay at chess, but heâs obviously a lot better.Â
âYouâre going easy on me.â You mumble.
âBecause youâre not even trying.â He replies blithely.
âWhy are you doing this?â
âLike I said, youâre making it too easy.â He gently teases.
âNot that. Helping me. You hate me, remember?â You say it like itâs the most casual thing in the world.Â
âI donât hate you.âÂ
âYou literally told me that you hate me.â You chuckle, numb to the hurt that sentence once brought you.Â
âSo did you.â He counters in defence, trailing your hand as it carelessly moves your queen to her demise.Â
âI was angry.âÂ
âSo was I.â He spared your queen, in turn leaving his king vulnerable.Â
âIt doesnât matter nowâŠâ You donât finish the rest of your sentence but Spencer still hears it.
Youâre leaving soon anyway.
âIt matters to me.â If he left something unsaid you choose to ignore it.Â
âYouâre letting me win.â You whisper, feeling the urge to cry some more, but thereâs no tears left.Â
He doesnât make a move, bringing the game to a halt. Heâs waiting for you to meet his eyes. You know what heâs going to say.Â
âSpencer, don't.â You beseech.
âWhy?â If you looked at him instead of the board youâd see the way his eyes are pleading at you.Â
âThereâs no point.â This time itâs your voice that cracks.Â
You're looking everywhere else and it makes you too aware of your surroundings. Like how the couch is lined up directly under a window that anyone could peek into.Â
âLeaving is not the only option.â He solicits.Â
He regards your discomfort and closes the blinds from where heâs sitting, pulling you back into the privacy of your bubble.Â
âThereâs nothing that you can say to make things go back to how they were.â You bite the inside of your cheek, fiddling with a random pawn.Â
Itâs not a proper two way conversation. Youâre talking to yourself just as much as Spencerâs talking to you. Youâre both trying to convince you of what youâre saying.Â
âThings donât have to go back to how they were.â The squeaks in his soothing tone are starting to melt any resolve you have left.Â
âThereâs no reason for me to stay.â You oppose, trying to make any argument stick.
âI can think of more reasons for you to stay than for you to go.âÂ
Thereâs an underlying tension bubbling. Neither of you notice it over your desperate tug of war.Â
âI donât think thereâs anything that you can say to get me to stay.â Another baseless sentence meant more for you than for him.Â
âGive me one chance. One chance to convince you.â He can see your internal struggle at his request and he throws out one final plea to sway you. âFor nothing more than closure.âÂ
Closure.
Youâve spent months in turmoil over the hows and the what ifs, trying to conjure answers to questions that wouldnât stop pestering you. You couldnât turn him down even if you wanted to.Â
âClosure?â You repeat, eyes finally latching onto his.
âClosure.â He whispers back in reassurance.Â
âEven if you canât convince me?â You caution, not wanting to give him false hope.
He doesnât say anything, thinking over the scenario in his head. He simply nods and you mimic the action, blinking away the blur in your vision and dragging around chess pieces. It takes Spencer a second to figure out that you were moving them back to their default places.
âOkay new game.â You announce.Â
Spencer blinks in confusion, waiting for you to elaborate.Â
âI can ask you any question I want and you have to answer honestly. If by the end of the game Iâm not convinced to stay, you back off for the remainder of my time here.â You pause for him to interject, but he doesnât. âThat means we stay away from each other, only talking when needed for work. Even then as cordially and professionally as possible. No more trying to make casual conversation or bringing me coffee or anything like that.â
âTill the end of the game?â He studies you.Â
âYup.â You smack your lips together. âTil one of us checkmates the other.â
âThis means youâll actually give me a fair shot?âÂ
âBetween the two of us, Iâm not the one known for cheating at games.â You jab, trying to ease the tension you could definitely feel now.Â
âI meant a fair shot at convincing you. As in youâll seriously take what I have to say into account.â He discards your attempt.
âNo, I know. The opportunity was just too good to pass up.â
He can tell youâre trying to hold back a laugh from the small smile on your lips. Itâs as adorable to him now as it was the first time he saw it.Â
âAny rules before we start?â He asks, unable to hide his own smile.
âOnly that we have to be honest.â You answer, immediately dropping your smile.
âOkay.â He agrees, smiling slightly wider.
âOkay.â You nod again.
When he finally makes the first move it hits you that you donât actually know where to start. Theoretically, you know what you want to ask, but donât know how to ask. You donât know if you should jump straight into the questions or start with some ice breakers. Nothing is said for about four to five moves when Spencer pauses the game.Â
âAre you going to ask any questions or have you decided that you just want to play one last game for your closure?â
âHuh?â You snap your vision away from the board. âOh, sorry. I was thinking.â
âDo you want to return to the game after thinking of a few questions to ask?â He raises his brow and relaxes his jaw.
âNo, no, we donât need to do that. Letâs keep playing, the questions will come to me.â You brush off his suggestion and motion for him to continue with his turn. He doesnât.
âWhat?â Your voice raises and you scrunch your nose from perplexity.
âSorry, itâs just that youâve put us on a time limit and this is how youâre using our time?â He airs, failing to conceal his amusement.
âWell excuse me if I donât exactly have a list of questions ready to go for you.â You narrow your eyes in annoyance.Â
âWhy would you suggest this if you donât have any questions?â He tries to hold back his laugh and ends up snorting as a result.Â
âI have questions!â You jabber, unable to maintain your annoyance. âI donât know whatâ where do I even start?â
âStart with whichever one comes to you first.â He shrugs, finally making his move.Â
A lot of things come to mind when you think about it. The thing that screams the loudest twitches a nerve and you become instantly irate.Â
âOkay.â You nod, tone harsh and flat. âLetâs start with whatever the fuck possessed you on the last case. What was your thought process when you put your life in danger like that?â
He almost gets whiplash from the change in mood, his face literally reads âare you serious?â.Â
âHe was going to shoot you.â He states like itâs the most obvious thing in the world.Â
âI was wearing a vest, I wouldâve been fine.â You contend.Â
âI wasnât willing to take that risk.âÂ
âRisk?! You literally put yourself in danger for no reason!âÂ
âI think it was a pretty good reason actually!âÂ
âSpencer that wasââ You stop yourself with a grumble, inhaling deeply.Â
âIt was instinctual, okay?â He softly explains. âI saw him aim the gun at you and I just reacted.âÂ
âWell it was a stupid reaction!â You whine.Â
âIâm not going to apologise for it.â
The glare you give is piercing, you bite the inside of your cheek to hold your tongue before you say something you canât take back. Spencer throws his head back and sighs.Â
âBut I will promise not to do it again.â He adds, not fully intending to keep it.Â
This was slowly turning into another argument, both of you shooting back too fast with your responses. You arenât in the mood for another argument. So you redirect your attention to the game.Â
âCheck.â You mumble, buying yourself time to think of another question. âWhy are you here so late anyway?â
âI wanted to finish some work before tomorrow morning.â He replies, moving his king to safety.Â
âYeah, whatâs up with that? You couldâve done those tomorrow as well.â Your voice softens out of curiosity.Â
âI wanted to get them finished in case there were more tomorrow.â Itâs not his best excuse. You donât know what he means by that. He doesnât know what he means by that. Heâs lying to you.Â
You scoff, poking your tongue against your cheek. âWow. You really canât not cheat during a game, can you?âÂ
âRight, sorry.â Spencer clears his throat after the initial confusion clears. Complete honesty, it was your only rule. âI wanted to be here.â
âForâŠâ You egg on, purposely rolling your ârâs to prompt him.Â
âI wanted to make sure that you were okay.â He admits, looking away from you.Â
âWhy?â Youâre genuinely puzzled at the admission. âYouâre the one who almost died. I mean, it was stupid and your fault, but still. If anything I should be checking up on you.â
âCheck.â Thatâs the only response he gives you. He hopes that you donât push further, but he knows that you will.Â
His lack of response only forces you to think about the possible reasons by yourself, using context clues to figure it out. You are a profiler, after all.Â
âIs this because of the panic attack?â You note how his jaw twitches when he swallows at the mention. âIt is! You seriously chose to spend your night stuck at the office because of that?âÂ
âWhat else was I supposed to do? Itâs not like you would talk to me, you literally refused to even look at me!â He gripes.Â
âSpencer I think anyone would panic if they got tackled to the ground by a six foot man without warning. Iâm fine.â You giggle.
âWhat happened to complete honesty?â Itâs his turn to glare at you.
âI am being honest!â You protest.
âLying by omission is not being honest.â He rolls his eyes.
âOkay Mr. know-it-all, what am I lying about?â You challenge.
âSeriously? You donât remember?â His approach is doubtful and he just stares at your dazed expression.
âFucking spit it out already, Spence!âÂ
Any sarcasm he had geared up for a response dissipates at your use of his nickname. Heâs heard it plenty in the last few months, but not from you. For a moment things feel like they never changed. It stings in a bittersweet kind of way.Â
âYou scâscreamedâ uhââ He clears his throat and rapidly blinks, his nose twitches in the process. âDuring that panic attack, you repeatedly asked me to stay with you. Yâyou, uhâ you said you didnât think you could liââ
âStop. Stop. Stop talking.â Your voice quavers and you hold your hand up, ears burning up. âI donât wanna know.â
You donât know why it makes your heart race the way it does, you donât even remember it. He waits a while before speaking up again, wanting to be careful about how he goes about the topic without you shutting down.
âMay I ask you a question?â He voices professionally, trying to make the conversation less personal so you donât feel cornered.Â
You nod, moving your king out of check.
âIs there anybody you will talk to about Anchorage? Without pushing them away?â He keeps the game going as he speaks to provide you with a distraction.Â
âWoahâ Anchorage? Where is that coming from?â You titter.
âI want you to remember that we promised to be honest and I wonât push if you ask me to stop, but I know for a fact that you arenât okay.â He waits for you to stop him but you donât, even though you know roughly what heâs going to say. âPanic attacks aside, your avoidant behaviour around the topic, inability to focus, being easily startled, youâre showing signs of PTSD.âÂ
âSpence, câmon. I donât need to talk to anyone. I already passed the psych evals.â You attempt to make light of the situation with carefully chosen words so youâre not lying. It was a futile attempt, you know heâs not willing to budge when he doesnât give you anything more than a blank stare.Â
âWhy does this matter so much to you?â You sigh in defeat. âWhatever happenedâŠthatâs a part of the job, you know that.â
âI also know, first hand, that it takes over your life. You canât run from it, no matter how much you try to.â His tone is soft as he speaks, yet you feel like heâs accusing you.Â
âI am not running! Why would you say Iâm running?â You object with a high voice, shrugging your shoulders. âAnd itâs not taking over my life. Also, check.â
âBecause thatâs what you do when you donât want to deal with something.â He states point blank.
âWoahâ soâ that was entirely unnecessary.â You stammer, unable to deny it.Â
âIâm not criticising you. I just happen to know you and I know that you have a tendency to run from your problems. And it is taking over your life.âÂ
âYouâre profiling!â You gasp.
âYou know that itâs not something we can just turn off! No matter how much we pretend like we can.â He waves his hands defensively.Â
You canât argue with that, your lips twisting to the side.Â
âYou want me to be honest?â You murmur sheepishly.Â
âAlways. Please.â He responds gently, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible.
âI donât want to talk about it. I spend a good chunk of my day actively avoiding thinking about it, but somehow I always end up thinking about it anyway. At times itâs like I can almost feelâŠâ You breathe in instinctively. âThis is the first time in months Iâve been able to do anything without it lingering in the back of my mind. Can we please talk about it another time? I would rather talk about other thingsâŠâ
Another time.Â
â...right now.âÂ
Youâve implied that there will be another time to talk and he definitely caught it, even if he pretends that he hasnât. You donât even know if what you said is true, you got too comfortable with the familiarity of his friendship. It was something you said out of habit from back when you two actually were friends. Not even a full hour's worth of conversation with him and heâs already worming his way back in.
âUmââ You drag yourself further back on the couch, creating more physical distance.Â
âThatâs okay. We donât have to talk about it at all.â Spencer senses your urgency to leave the situation and jumps into damage control. âItâs your turn.â
âNo, um, I shouldâ I should go. Thanks for doing thiâ helping me.â You turn away from him, aiming for your shoes and ready to bolt.
âThe gameâs not over.â He points out.
âYes it is.â You declare, still in the process of putting on your shoes.
âYou said til checkmate.â He huffs, shifting out of his seated position.Â
âI forfeit!â You throw your arms out in a shrugging manner, standing up after him.
âI canât believe this. Youâre going back on your word!â He doesnât even raise his voice. Heâs just hurt.Â
âWhatâs the point, Spencer? Closure doesnât mean anything, Iâm still leaving! You canât magically change my mind!â You yell, getting louder with each sentence.Â
âI disagree. I think that youâre running again!â He blocks your way and yells back, maintaining his volume throughout.Â
âMaybe you should think less!â You suggest, still yelling. Sarcasm is your defence mechanism when you have no actual defence.Â
âYou know what else I think?â He continues, emphasising the word âthinkâ every time he says it out of spite. âI think that you agreed to this thinking I wonât be able to convince you, but I am!â
âI donât care what youââ
âI think you donât want to finish the game that you started, because youâre afraid to ask the harder questions!â
âStop.â You command, but it doesnât deter him.
âI think that youâre scared to hear my answers because then it all becomes too real for youââÂ
âStop!â The words almost get stuck in your throat, but you choke them out. âYouâre wrong.âÂ
âIf Iâm wrong then prove it. To both of us.â He sits back down and motions to the board. âAsk the real questions.âÂ
âI donât need to prove anything, youâre wrong.â You uphold.
âSo leave.â He challenges, knowing that you wonât be able to.Â
If you truly believed that heâs wrong you wouldnât feel the need to prove it, but you do and he knows that. You walk back over to the couch, head nodding from irritation, tongue poking your cheek. You kick your shoes off with a bit of force and return to your earlier position across from him.Â
âYour move.â He reminds you as you settle in.
You donât reply yet, but move your rook to set him up for the next move. Â
âCheck.â He smugly states.
âWho was she?âÂ
You donât move, examining him close for any change in his behaviour. He obviously didn't anticipate that question first, snapping his sights back on you.Â
âSorry?âÂ
âThe woman who greeted me at your door. That night at your apartment.âÂ
âCharlotte.â He replies, holding your gaze to show you heâs got nothing to hide. âWe met at the library a week before.â
âAre you guys together?â You break away first, diverting your eyes to the chess board and trying to seem unfazed when moving your knight.Â
âNo, God, no.â He denies immediately.Â
âI donât know, she seemed pretty cosy for someone you met a week prior.â You donât mean to sound as snide as you come across.
âNo, it wasnât like that at all.â He shakes his head.Â
âYou sure? Because Iâm pretty sure I saw her mark you up with a kiss on your cheek before disappearing.â You donât look at him, examining a captured pawn as you wait for him to make his move.Â
âMark me up?â He cognizes it instantly. âAre youâŠjealous?â
âWhat? No!â You vehemently deny, your voice rising in several pitches.Â
âYou are!â His eyes widen.Â
âI am not jealous.âÂ
His jaw slacks and he lets out an amused scoff. He doesnât say anything, making you feel the need to fill the silence.Â
âI only bring it up becauseâŠI know you have a thing withâŠgerms.â Your words falter because of your own uncertainty and you want to dissolve into the fucking floor.Â
Spencer tries to suppress a smile by poking his tongue out slightly. If the atmosphere was lighter heâd tease you about it, but he doesnât want to make you take off again. Still, he feels the need to clarify the events of the night.Â
âI donât know why she kissed my cheek, it was completely random.â He takes his time saying it, still fighting a smile.
You swallow nervously and purse your lips to the side in response. One question answered and you only have new ones in its place. Did she stay the night? Did she sleep on the couch or on his bed? Did he see her again?Â
âI drove her home right after you left.â He can almost hear your thoughts.Â
âWas it a date?â You softly gulp again, unsure if you even have a right to know.
âYes.â He hesitates.Â
âOh.âÂ
âI wanted to try out casual dating for once.â He chagrins. âI honestly donât know how you did it, itâs not even fun.âÂ
âNo itâs not.â You chuckle dryly. âSo no second date, I presume?â
âDefinitely not. I was just stressed the whole time.â He chuckles with you.Â
âTake a shot of tequila before you go next time, it helps settle the nerves.â You joke, jumping to give him advice you hope he doesnât take. You canât help it, itâs what youâve always done. Even if it goes against what you desire.Â
âWhile moderate consumption of tequila can help relax the nervous system, I will not be turning to alcohol for stress relief.âÂ
âThen blast classical music while you get ready and give yourself a pep talk out loud, itâs actually really efficientââ
âThere wonât be a next time. For a really long time, if ever.â He interjects, miffed at your insistence.Â
âYou willingly plan on committing to lifelong celibacy?â You exclaim with a puzzled look. âWhy?!â
Spencer laughs at how raw your reaction is. He didnât plan on giving out any more details but, with that prompt he decides that itâs now or never.Â
âI donât think any future dates will appreciate me picturing someone else in their place the whole time.âÂ
Oh.Â
Both of you lock eyes at the same time. This is not a road youâre prepared to go back down, even if thatâs literally the whole point of this conversation. Youâre too stunned to reply and Spencer uses this as an opportunity to be elaborate. He doesnât want any misunderstandings this time.Â
âI couldnât stop picturââ
âShut up.â You blurt out the sentence in almost one word.Â
Your heartâs racing like youâre standing on the edge of a cliff. Youâre flustered, every part of your body is heated from how terrified you are.
âYâyou donât have tâtâŠyou donât owe mâme an explanation.â You try to elaborate, contradicting yourself and stumbling on your words.
âI want to.â He reads that youâre apprehensive but pushes regardless.Â
âPlease donât.â The tears that you thought had dried out were building again.
âWhy ask if you wonât let me answer?â
You donât have anything to say to that. Did you want answers? Yes. Still, you didnât expect how hard theyâd be to hear. He whispers your name and you scramble to think of your next move, and not in chess. Youâre unable to even think about the game right now. You want to bolt, but you canât even get yourself to move. So you deflect.Â
âBecause it doesnât matter.â
âI disagree.â Although his tone is subdued, the pace of his wording is faster. âI think it does matter and thatâs why youâre afraid to hear it.â
Heâs right but you canât bring yourself to agree. This is only going to over-complicate an already complicated situation.
âItâs not enough.â Your voice cracks.
âHow can it be if you wonât even give it a fair shot?âÂ
âFair?âÂ
It comes out louder than you intended. His words trigger resentment within you and you snap.Â
âNothing about any of this is fair! I mean, fucking hell, Spencer, four years. Thatâs how long weâve been friends. I mean Iâve shared shit that I thought I would be taking to the fucking grave with you! You were my best friend for four fucking years and all it took was like, five seconds?â
You sob, softer than when you were first crying, but the frustration is clear. He reaches out to touch your hand, but you push his hand away.Â
âNo!â You choke, sobbing harder when you try to compile your thoughts. âFive seconds to destroy all of it! It makes me wonder if everything we shared, our friendship, was it ever even that strong?â
Your anger simmers to sadness, as evident with how your yelling fades into whispering in the last sentence.Â
âI canât even tell you when exactly those five seconds were. I mean, I knowâŠbutâŠI donât. Where did it go wrong, Spence?âÂ
âI donât know.â Is all he can say after a beat of silence.
He knows exactly where it went wrong.Â
âYeah, me neither!â You sniffle, immediately wiping a single tear that manages to escape. âSo again, it doesnât matter.âÂ
âWhen you took it back.â
âWhat?âÂ
âThatâs where everything changed for me. You showed up at my apartment drunk, after your date with Nathan. Your exact words were âI mean as an amazing friendâ.â His voice strains like heâs forcing himself to speak.Â
Your gaze falls, eyes darting everywhere as you try to jog your memory beyond the one sentence you remember.Â
âI donât understand.â You croak.
âYou know, if I wasnât who I am, maybe you could love me the way I love you.â He chuckles bitterly, fighting back tears of his own. âThat wasâ that was, uh, what you said before you took it back.â
âSpence, pleaseâŠâ You whine without sound, tilting your head back and chewing on your lip as a final attempt to stay composed.Â
âNo, you wanted to know where it went wrong.â He laughs falsely to downplay his tears. âYou can say it doesnât matter all you want, but the fact is, it does matter. It matters to me and I wonât let you run from it anymore.âÂ
You canât look at him. Not with tears free falling down your face. You cup your hands together in your lap, pressing your fingers and nails together.Â
âYou told me that I couldnât love you.â You struggle to sound your words.Â
âIâm an idiot.â Another chuckle, but he sounds defeated. âWhen you said that, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to say that I do love you.âÂ
You tearfully laugh at this admission.Â
âI only took it back because of what you said. I panicked. I thought Iâd ruined thingsâŠwhich I guess, I still did.â Another laugh from you.
Spencer responds with the same regretful sound.Â
The irony spurs another fit of giggles amongst you, this one slightly longer and infinitely more rueful than the last. You look anywhere but at each other until it grows quieter.Â
âIf you loved me, why the fuck would you tell me that I couldnât love you?â You sound just as, if not more, defeated than him.Â
âLove.â Spencer corrects without missing a beat.Â
Your brows twitch up and your heart jumps.Â
âI was so hung up on every single part of your sentence that I didnât know what to say first.â He proceeds to answer you without leaving much room to process what he said. âI wanted to tell you that I do love you. I love you as you are. Not as somebody else.â
âBut you didnât say any of that.â You ignore all his admissions, not fully comprehending.Â
âLike I said, Iâm an idiot. I was in so much disbelief and that was the first thing that came out of my mouth.â He sullenly huffs.
You donât reply, sniffling with your head down.Â
âFor like a second, I had everything I wanted. Then you took it back and it was like my whole world had been ripped out from under me. In those five seconds, youâd given me a taste of what Iâd spent four years convincing myself I couldnât have and I justâ I couldnât go back after that.â He adds after a stillness.Â
After a short while, your focus shifts from your hands to the board in front of you. The gameâs been long forgotten. Youâre immersed in the conversation, in spite of how strenuous it is.Â
âI understand why you were distant, even mean, at first.â You snivel. âBut after a while you just became downright cruel.âÂ
Spencer doesnât shy away from your gaze when you do look at him. His skin is as drenched from crying as yours is.Â
âI mean âI donât want to see your faceâ? I know that I donât really have a leg to stand on anymore, but, what the fuck Spencer?âÂ
He doesnât cringe any less with every reminder. Heâs truly regretted the words since they left his mouth.Â
âI wanted to hurt you.â He reveals. âI thought you were being deliberately cruel and I wanted you to feel exactly how I was feeling.â
âDeliberately?âÂ
He nods, hanging his head.
âI thought that you knew how I felt and were just trying to be funny or something.âÂ
âWell I didnât. I wasnât.â You cut him off with a constricted voice.
âEven if you did, itâs not an excuse.â His eyes are glistening from the outpour of tears, but he still lifts his sights back to you. âIâm sorry.âÂ
You donât know how to acknowledge his apology at all. Youâre not even angry anymore, all you feel is sorrow and regret for the way everything happened. An entire friendship down the drain due to an unfortunate set of circumstances.Â
âThis is so fucked up.â You say with another mordant laugh. âAll of this could have been avoided if we just talked about it.â
It stung less when you had somebody to blame for it. Your vision blurs and you make no effort to clear it, letting yourself cry openly.Â
âWeâre talking about it now?â Itâs almost a squeak, the way itâs spoken.
âYeah, but,â your shoulders slump, defeatedly, and you have to pause to control your sob, âwhat good does it do now? Iâve already lost the best thing thatâs ever happened to me in the most pathetic way possible.â
âIâm right here.â He counters in such a small voice that it gives your goosebumps.Â
âSpencer, too many things have been saidâŠâ
âWhen you first joined the team, I instantly knew I liked you.âÂ
He chews on his lip and darts his eyes around while he contemplates if he wants to continue.Â
âI thought it was because of your kind nature. You were so sweet to everybody.â He decides he does, but his voice shakes throughout. âYou have this giftâŠyou make people feel so good about themselves. Whenever you spoke to me, I felt like the most important person in the world. It was impossible not to like you.â
You want to pretend like you donât know where heâs going with this. You want to stop him, but your voice is stuck in your throat.
âIt wasnât until you bought me coffee for the first time that I realised just how much I liked you.â He chuckles again, as he reminisces in the memory. âYou didnât even get my order right until the fourth time, but it was still my favourite cup of the day.â
âYou make me sound like a saint.â You finally choke out, attempting to play down the confession so it doesnât crush your heart. âThe only reason I even started bringing you coffee is because you learned how I like my coffee first.âÂ
âNot a saint, an angel. Iâve fallen so deeply in love with you that there are times where it genuinely feels like Iâm in the presence of an angel.âÂ
Itâs stated with such sincerity that it knocks the wind out of your pipes. Your eyes are widened and youâre biting your tongue with your mouth closed, staring at him with your chin tucked. He seems so confident, even with the glistening from previous tears in his eyes.
âI wanted to be in your life in any way you would have me. Even when it meant that I had to accept you with other people. And it was bearable, untilâŠâ His reminiscence only ends at the memory of the night that changed everything. âLike I said, I couldnât go back.â
The last part fades into another whisper, only then do you find the courage to speak up.Â
âExactly.â You stick to your denial. âIt canât go back to how it was before.â
Your heart is so sure of what it wants, but your head is blinded by fear. Youâre at a crossroads, except one path, the path that leads to everything you long for, is clouded with a fog of uncertainty. The other path is so painfully clear, you can practically see whatâs on the other side. A fresh start, where the risk of fucking up further doesnât exist. What you donât see is Spencer.
âGood. I donât want it to go back to how it was.âÂ
Spencerâs waiting for you to enter the fog. Heâs going to be there holding your hand every step of the way.Â
âIâve already handed in my resignation.â
âThat matters less than everything youâve claimed doesnât matter.â He leans in, intensifying his eye contact.Â
âIâm pretty sure Hotch is really close to confirming my replacement.â You comment half-heartedly.Â
Youâre trying anything to dissuade both him and yourself from acknowledging the obvious, but he doesnât plan on letting you avoid it.Â
âI love you.â He whispers softly.
âSpencerâŠâ You begin when he takes hold of your hands and whatever you had to say disappears from your tongue.Â
âI love you. With every atom that makes up my body.â He repeats himself with further elaboration to instil it in your mind.
âIâm scared.â You whisper back with a sob, finally accepting it.Â
âWhy?â His voice canât be any softer, but it still cracks a little.
âBecause, you canât guarantee that itâs going to end well.â You allow your vulnerability to peek through. âAnd thatâs going to hurt more. Iâd rather leave now than fall deeper.â
Although you didnât say it back, itâs an indirect admission that you love him too. And itâs enough for him to fight harder.
âI know that my credibility isnât the greatest,â he coaxes a small, sad scoff out of you, âbut I truly believe that this, us, weâll work. Because I know that Iâm going to do everything I can to make this work.â
He feels bolder when you donât pull away from his touch, folding your fingers into your palms and cupping over them. You observe the sight as it unfolds in lieu of a verbal response.Â
âIâve spent four years judging any man that comes into your life, wishing I was in their place, swearing I would treat you better than all of them.âÂ
Spencer feels the need to fill in the silence and he lets honesty guide his confession. He leans in further as if heâs indulging his deepest secret.Â
âFour years wasted wondering what could be, cursing out those idiots, but taking no action to make it happen. And that makes me the biggest idiot out of all of them.â
When he speaks like this, with his big, imploring eyes and prayerful tone, it melts your heart to a point where it almost hurts. The more he talks, the more you begin to lean in, opening yourself up to him.
âIt took losing you to realise how badly I fucked up and for that I will never forgive myself. I know that I have no right to ask you to waste any more time on meâŠâ
Thereâs no more resistance against the pull you both physically feel to each other.Â
â...but Iâm begging you for a chance to do today what I should have done way before yesterday.âÂ
Your faces grow closer by the second, you can feel each other's breaths against skin.
âAnd Iâm going to spend every tomorrow proving what I said today.âÂ
The likelihood of him changing your mind with one conversation wasnât very high, both you and Spencer knew this when you got into it. Youâre not entirely surprised when he somehow manages to overcome those odds too. You take the step to close the gap and lightly press your lips to his.Â
It starts off soft, thereâs no lust, no ulterior motive behind it. Itâs a simple confirmation that youâre both present and this is real. Spencer doesnât shy away from the kiss, not that youâd call this a kiss. It feels more intimate, more unguarded.
Spencer pulls you onto his lap as he shifts and leans back against the backrest to allow more room for you. You wrap your arms around him and the kiss deepens. In the midst of you straddling him, he slides the entire chess board off the couch and the pieces scatter on the floor. Itâs only when you feel that the kiss canât bring you any closer to him does the lust emerge. It fuels a desire to prove that you both whole-heartedly belong to each other.Â
Thereâs no pinpointing when the switch happens. All you know is that the feeling of his lips against yours is no longer enough. You cup his jaw in your hands, swiping your tongue on his lower lip and it causes his grip on your waist to tighten. He parts his lips for you and it starts what you can only call a dance with your tongues.Â
Your breathing grows hotter, your hips subconsciously grind against him. Thereâs a prominent bulge that brushes against your heat and you whine into his mouth. Spencer grunts your name in response and then abruptly pulls away.
âWait, wait, wait, slow down.â He breathlessly whispers against your lips.Â
âWhat?â You whisper back with concern. âWhatâs wrong?â
âAre you sure you want to do this?â He gazes into your eyes, afraid that you might regret this later.
âIâve never been more sure, actually.â Youâre confident at first but the look in his eyes makes you pull back further. âUnlessâŠyouâre not sure?â
âNo, donât misunderstand me. I want you.â His tone rises just above the previous whisper with his clarification. âItâs just that the last thing I want to do is take advantage of you when our emotions are running high.â
âFour years, Spencer.â You lean in again, just brushing your lips against his. âThe only reason you should be making me wait is if youâre not sure.â
He shuts that idea down by crashing his lips on yours. The kiss is so hungry, so desperate, itâs everything both of you have longed for and denied yourselves everytime youâve been in each other's presence. It doesnât take long for hands to start to roam. He traces the curve from your waist to your hips, stopping just at the hem of your shirt, tugging it like heâs asking for permission.Â
You rush to undo your buttons and he meets you halfway, starting at the bottom. His fingers brush against yours as you two reach the final button and you pull the fabric off yourself. You do the same with his shirt, lips remaining locked, except for the small gasps of air you take in between. It requires a bit more manoeuvring with him, but youâre both soon shirtless.Â
His mouth travels to your jaw and you shut your eyes from pleasure as he continues down to your neck. The stubble on his chin tickles your skin. You cup it, gently pushing him away with a giggle.Â
âForget to pack a razor in your bag, Dr. Reid?â Your voice is teasing, more playful than seductive.
He chuckles, airily, hiding his groan. He knows youâre being sarcastic, but the use of his title, with your voice in this context, catches him off guard. You moan as you feel his growing bulge against your heat when his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you into his kiss. You swiftly undo the clasp of your bra, but before you can take it off, Spencer grabs you from just below the hips and lifts you up off him, gently laying you down on the seat of the couch.Â
Thereâs no room for hesitation as his lips find your neck again and he nips at the skin. Every suckle earns him short gasps and the grip in his hair tightens as he travels lower. He stops just above your breast, pulling himself up to sit on his knees. You stare up at him with a heated gaze, the nail of your thumb resting between your teeth with your lips parted to make up for the loss of his lips.Â
He reaches for your bra strap and begins pulling slowly, searching your eyes for any signs of you withdrawing consent. All he sees is how beautifully they sparkle when you give him a light nod. Itâs been too long since heâs seen the stars that you hold in your eyes, stars he accustomed himself to before he even got to properly know you.Â
Gazing into his eyes, youâve never felt more sure, more safe. You trust him implicitly and youâve never wanted anything more. His constant need to make sure you're comfortable sends shivers down to your core. He slides the garment off you and Spencerâs beyond grateful that heâs already on his knees, knowing that if he was standing heâd fall to them because of the sight below him.Â
His eyes donât falter once, heâs trying to permanently etch this moment into his brain. He hovers his fingers above your body, thumb brushing against your hardened nipple and you softly whine. He looks awestruck, almost like he doesnât believe whatâs happening. You canât help but wonder if he thinks your boobs look weird.Â
âBeautiful.â The words fall out of his mouth in a whisper, as if on cue. Heâs really just thinking out loud.
Before you can respond he lowers down and plants a small peck to your sensitive nub before taking it into his mouth. You gasp again, head lolling back in pleasure. One of your hands goes for his hair, while the other clings to his hand thatâs already holding yours. He switches between sucking, pulling and squeezing; rolling it between his tongue and uses his teeth to squeeze ever so slightly.
âSâspencer.â A strangled moan falls from your lips.Â
You tug his hair, whining and moaning as your hips roll against the strain in his pants. When your motions become continuous, he lets out his own strained groan and is forced to release your nipple with a small âpopâ.Â
âAngel, I really need you to stop doing that.â He murmurs in your ear with a gentle, gravelly tone.
As soon as the nickname reaches your ears your hips involuntarily buck up again, making his hips automatically push down against yours. His cock presses against your core and you both moan, his head falling against your shoulder.
âSpence, more.â You quietly whine in against his ear. âI need more.âÂ
âMore?â He echoes back, turning his head so that your lips brush past each other when speaking.Â
âMhm.â You nod weakly as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face and weakly connects his lips with yours.
Even when heâs got you vulnerable and at your most compromised, heâs still as gentle as ever. You donât feel him undo your pants or sneak his hand in them, but you definitely feel him press the pads of his fingers against your clothed clit. Air escapes through your nose in a huff of surprise and you hum in his mouth, hips jolting at his touch. He can feel your slickness through your underwear.Â
âOh, my pretty girl.â He sighs, breaking the kiss and directing his whispers in your ear again. âAll wet for me?â
âPlease..â Even with your broken whimper you beg him for more.Â
âLike this?â His deft fingers swipe your panties to the side, fingers landing directly on the clit this time.Â
They feel cold at first. The contrast against your heated body makes you squirm and you groan in a soft, high pitch.Â
âWhat are you feeling right now?â He pries a verbal response from you, circling your bud lightly. âTell me.â
âGood.â You sigh, eyes shut as you try to savour the pleasure.Â
âGood?â His voice is still soft against your ear.
âMhm.â You nod, one arm draping against his shoulder and the other hand running along his scruffy jaw. âSo good.âÂ
âAnd this?â He adds pressure to his movements. âDoes this feel good?â
Your hips buck again and he feels rewarded when you moan. Thereâs no doubt that the sound of your voice is his favourite. He especially loves it when itâs directed at him. Whether that be in the form of a laugh or your sweet moans. It makes him somewhat dizzy. His lips attach to the skin just under your jaw in an attempt to coax more.Â
Itâs very effective. Fingers working your bundle of nerves, circling and flicking while changing the pressure, and mouth kissing and sucking near your pulse. It makes your back arch, hand gripping his shoulder so you donât float away. Heâs careful not to leave any purple traces of him on your neck, mindful of you being bombarded with questions from your colleagues. Â
âI love how reactive you are, Angel. You sound divineâ fuck.â He canât help the grunt that escapes him. âYou are divine.â
His touch alone is enough to make you feel electric, but the sweet nothings heâs whispering in your ear will be what send you over the edge. Itâs a foreign feeling, being reminded that he values you for more than just your body. Just under an hour ago you had incredibly high walls built around you and none of them are left standing as you exposed under him.
Spencerâs not the first man to touch you, but he is the first that loves you. Itâs something youâre not at all used to and it feels as overwhelming as it does good. It transcends the want, no, the need for the man on top of you beyond lust or love. You plan to show him just how strong that need is tonight.Â
The carpeted floor is littered with your clothes, carelessly thrown around and tiny chess pieces scattered around the abandoned chess board. Spencerâs comfortably lying on the couch, facing the ceiling and youâre lying directly on top of him with your face buried in his neck.Â
You run your fingers back and forth along his jaw, scratching his beard in slow streaks. Heâs enveloped you in his arms, one around your lower back and the other playing with your hair. It doesnât feel as peaceful as it seems, both of you are afraid of being the first to speak. You know you canât stay like this forever and you decide to bite the bullet.Â
âSpencer?âÂ
You only get silence from his end. You know heâs awake because his motions in your hair donât stop. You push yourself up to face him, trying to study his face. The sudden movement brings him back from wherever he was zoned out to.Â
âHm?â His features jump.
Does he regret it?
âWhatâs wrong?â Your voice shakes from worry. âYou have this look on your face.âÂ
âNothingâs wrong. Iâm just thinking.âÂ
âAboutâŠ?âÂ
âHow bad we are at communicating.â He chuckles. âItâs concerning when you think about how all we ever do is talk.âÂ
Hearing this makes you snort and you fall into him again. It sends both of you into a short fit of laughter.Â
âOh thatâs promising for the success of this relationship.â You giggle, sarcasm evident.Â
Hearing relationship makes Spencer inhale sharply.Â
âSo youâre staying?âÂ
âWell obviously, Dingbat.â You scoff playfully at the question and shift upright, straddling him. âBut we really do need to get better at the communication thing for this to work.â
Spencer mounts his weight on his hands by either side of him and pushes himself up to you, stealing a deep kiss.Â
âYes, we absolutely do.â He whispers, breaking away for only a second.Â
The kisses fizzle in you a plethora of smaller kisses.Â
âSpencer, Iâmâ serious.â You voice in between, loosely draping your arms on his shoulders.Â
âI am too.â He says in a hushed tone as he pulls away.Â
âI want to take itâ this,â you motion between the two of you with your finger, âus, slow. Not four years slow, but, like, by a couple of months at the very least.â
âOkay.â He agrees, his eyes scouring your face with complete adoration. Itâs not ideal, but he understands where youâre coming from.Â
âThat means that we start again. Romantically. We have to talk about a lot of things first.âÂ
He shifts his body out from under you, resting his back properly against the couch and pulls you back into his lap in one swift motion. Both of his hands graze from your shoulder to your wrist.
âHow aboutâŠyou come over this weekend,â He suggests, wrapping his arms around your waist for a hug, âweâll do snacks, a movie, maybe an actual game of chess.âÂ
âThat sounds like a date.â You wrap your arms around his neck to return the gesture and lean your forehead against his.Â
âItâs not a date. Not yet, anyways.â He whispers. âIâm asking you to come over this weekend so we can talk about things properly, because frankly, I donât think either of us is in the right headspace for it right now.âÂ
âShould I be offended at that?â You giggle, not entirely sure what heâs alluding to.Â
âNo!â He snorts with a high tone. âDopamine aside, our Norepinephrine and Serotonin levels are too high right now for us to have a proper conversation about this.âÂ
âIâm not saying that youâre wrong, because youâre not, but I also think youâre just using science to try and confuse me, so that I agree to wherever this speech is heading.âÂ
âItâs times like this where your attentiveness puts me at a disadvantage, because this tactic has a hundred percent success rate on everybody else.â He grins and you chuckle, both leaning in for another kiss.Â
âCan we hold off on starting over? Just for tonight.â He reluctantly voices, not wanting to push any boundaries.Â
You draw back and raise your eyebrows with your eyes widened.Â
âSpence, I have waited for years for this. Youâre insane if you think Iâm giving that up without relishing in it for at least a night. Weâre not starting over until weâre both officially back on the clock.âÂ
âOkay.â He heaves from relief, leaning in for another kiss, but quickly withdraws with a new question. âDonât you think the teamâs going to be suspicious when weâre not fighting tomorrow?â
âForget them, what am I gonna say to Hotch when I ask to withdraw my resignation?â You huff out a tiny groan. âHeâs gonna hate me for all this paperwork.â
Paperwork reminds you why youâre here to begin with. You audibly gasp, jumping off Spencer and scrambling to put your clothes back on.Â
âFuck! Spencer, get dressed!âÂ
Spencer doesnât share your panic, but adheres to your demand. You mutter a continuous line of obscenities as you throw on your clothes and when you donât seem to be getting calmer, he intervenes.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â He coos as he steps towards you, still undressed on the upper-half. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhatâs wrong is that weâve been here for hours!â You shriek, now fully dressed.Â
You push past Spencer and grab his shirt, deciding that he was too slow on his own. He lets you dress him as he probes further.Â
âThatâs okay. No oneâs going to notice this late.âÂ
âNoâ Spenceââ You sigh, throwing your head back. âIn less than four hours, Hotch is going to walk into his office expecting the Anchorage report on his desk. Iâve barely been able to get half of it done in weeks, how am I going to finish it in four hours?â
You shake your head and begin working on his buttons. He grabs your wrists, urging you to look at him.Â
âYouâll have it done in less than one. Iâll help you!â His voice is light, airy, soft and accompanied with a chuckle.
âSpencer, youâve already been here later than you need to be. Itâs okayââ
âLet me help you.â He resorts to pleading, releasing your wrists and cupping your face.
You donât have it in you to argue, his eyes staring back at you with sincerity. He wants to help. Thereâs no point in pushing him away, because as scared as you are about being too vulnerable with your trauma from that case, you trust him wholeheartedly. You know he wonât push for more than what you choose to share right now.
âOkay.â You nod and smile into the kiss he leans in for after the confirmation.Â
âOkay. Now, you go and start some coffee.â he instructs softly with a wide grin, waving to the scattered chess ensemble. â Iâm going to clean up here and join you.â
âI love you!â You lean for another kiss and hushedly exclaim as you break away, receding towards the door.Â
Itâs Spencerâs turn to lose his breath. Heâs affirmed his love for you countless times tonight and this is the first time youâve verbally reciprocated it. He knows that it wonât be the last time either. That, to him, makes him the luckiest man in the world. He stops you from going any further by your arm and gently yanks you in his direction, crashing his lips with yours.Â
âI love you too.â He whispers after the kiss, letting you go.Â
Heat rises in your face again and you struggle to hide a huge dopey smile, one that Spencer has too. Youâre floating on cloud nine, finally out of the blurry hurricane youâve endured for months. Thereâs still a lot of things that you need to work out, but the thought of them doesnât make you feel dread like it once did.Â
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is Love." - Socrates
Spoilers: Yapperoni (so much dialog in this chapter), BAU! Reader, enemies (kinda) to lovers, hurt, comfort, love confessions (they might be a little too sappy, idk, I was sleep deprived), the praise made me giddy at some point, smut but I edge you by not writing out everything, happy ending.
AN - I have a little tiny fear that people (me) will nawt (I donât) fuck with this monstrosity, but out of all my drafts, this felt like the most natural course of action. I thought it would be really fun to go from friends to enemies to lovers. Now, literally nobody talk to me about writing fics after this. Uniâs started, so Iâll be very inconsistent for a bit. Casual reminder: I am not Spencer Reid. I donât have an IQ of 187. Any facts I make him spew could very well be bull-shit and he only spews them for the purpose of the story. I also have no knowledge of how the FBI works and lack a ton of common sense. A lot of things were made up for the purpose of this story.
A comment today keeps semicolon away (from showing up to your house and eating all your snacks).
Thank you for reading!
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Call Me Daddy ⎠J.Seresin
pairing: Jake Seresin x single mom!reader
warning/content: fluff, kids shenanigans, Jake being so good with a kid, Jake being Jake, tiny innuendos (blink and you miss it), reader's daughter's name is Lila
summary: When your daughter mistaken Jake for her father, you're more than embarrassed. That until she tells you why she called him that.
word count: 1.9k
a/n: English isn't my first language so please take that into consideration.
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What would be better for his quiet alone night in his little apartment? Canned green beans or canned lenses? Why not take both and choose back at home? Jake sighed and dropped the two cans in his shopping cart. The earbuds in his ears blasting music to shut off the noise around him and his fingertips drumming the rhythm against his thigh. He could hear people walking behind him and sometimes complaining about how much space he was taking in the aisle. But he really couldn't care less. He went back to the main aisle and walked past the cookie section, stopping in his tracks and eying the sweet aisle. He grimaced and looked down at his shopping cart, he's been forcing himself to keep a healthier diet when he noticed he gained a few extra pounds the last few months. He softly groaned as he let his inner thoughts win and walk in the cookie aisle.
He tried to ignore the full chocolate ones and kept walking to the more 'healthy' ones. He picked a box and tried not to stare at the numerous calories at the back. "Come on, baby. We already have those cookies at home." A feminine voice came from the other side of the aisle. Jake turned to the voice and completely forgot about his cookies when he noticed something way sweeter. He could tell you were exhausted by the small bags under your eyes but other than that, you took great care of yourself, probably to hide the real fatigue from the others. You were trying to reason with a little girl, not older than 6 from what he knew of kids, and Jake could tell she was your daughter. She was practically your clone with how much she looked like you. Jake mindlessly dropped the cookie box into his cart and the little girl's attention was on him in a second. But all could Jake see was the pleading look in your eyes as you tried to convince your daughter she didn't need the dinosaur shaped cookies. His eyes staring at you might have discouraged your daughter because she put the box back onto the aisle and grabbed your hand silently.
Jake blinked a few times as you left the cookie section to keep going with your shopping and only then he noticed the little girl's eyes staring at him. He softly waved at her with a smile and her rosy lips stretched with a grin. Jake scoffed and decided it was enough cookies for now and looked a last time to his hand-written shopping list. He didn't see you again for the rest of his errands, that until he felt a light tap on his arm. He turned around and looked down at the little girl he saw earlier. He paused the music in his earbuds and smiled at the girl. "Hey, where's your mom? Did you get lost?" He asked as knelt down, starting to look around them. "Are you my daddy?" She asked him and he felt his neck crack as he abruptly looked back at her. "What? No-" He laughed nervously, not knowing where this was coming from. "Lila? Lila!" Your voice called and jake could see you running to them, crouching down to take your daughter in your arms. "What did I tell you? Keep your hands on the cart and stay around me." You said sternly and Jake stood back on his feet, rubbing his neck. You took the little girl's hand in yours and looked up at Jake with an apologetic and yet suspicious look. "I'm sorry, she usually don't wander about when shopping." You said and Jake nodded with a smile. "No harms done."
"Is that my daddy?" Lila asked, looking between you and the tall stranger. Your eyes widened and you glared at your daughter as Jake scoffed, finding the situation way funnier than he should. "Lila! He's not- I'm sorry, sir." You apologized once more and Jake chuckled. "It's alright, really. She's a cute kid." He desperately tried to make conversation but he knew nothing about you. Except for your daughter. "She is, usually. But she's never done that to any man, that's weird." You said more to yourself than to him. "Well, I'm flattered." Jake smiled and you nervously chuckled. "I'm Jake." he introduced himself, freeing one of his hands to shake yours. You told him your name with a shy smile and looked down at your daughter. "Well, Jake. It was nice meeting you but I've got a dinner to get." You started to walk back and Jake felt the need to stay close to you but didn't do anything. He so wanted to ask for your number or something but he didn't even know if you were single. He knew Lila's dad wasn't in the picture, because why else would she have called him 'daddy'? But maybe you had a husband waiting for you at home, Lila's step-dad. He sighed when you went out of sight and grumbled something under his breath before opening his music app and clicking on the play button.
When you parked your car in your alley, Lila unbuckled her seatbelt but you stayed in your seat. "Mum we're home." She leaned over to your seat, waiting for you to get out and open her door. "I know, baby. I know." You blinked a few times, thinking about your meeting with Jake. That was new. It had been years since a man caught your attention. Jake had been really nice to Lila from what you saw and really nice to you too. You kicked yourself mentally for not asking for his number. You really lost all your flirting techniques.
A few hours later, you called Lila for dinner and she came running to the kitchen, already dressed in her pj's. You kissed her head when you put her plate in front of her and took your seat in front of her. "Baby, why did you think the man from the store was your daddy?" You asked between two bites. Lila didn't even wait to swallow her food and started answering. "Not with your mouth full please, baby." You leaned over the table and wiped her mouth with a napkin. She loudly swallowed her vegetables and clumsily put down her fork. "It's because of Ethan." She said and you frowned. You knew of Ethan, he was one of Lila's friend from school. "What did Ethan said?" You got curious. "He said his parents look at each other like we look at jewels. He said that one time his daddy watched his mom like she was a princess." Lila smiled and you started to realize what she meant. "So when you asked Jake if he was your daddy-" You started before she cut you off with a grin on her face. "He was watching you like you were a princess." She giggled, putting her little hands in front of her mouth.
You huffed and leaned back into your chair, not believing your ears. When Lila finished her dinner, you sent her to brush her teeth and go to bed, not without a complain from her. And when you were sure she was asleep, you grabbed your laptop and opened the few social medias you had. Jake. You tried looking through possible mutual friends, but nothing. From the local companies accounts, still nothing. You stayed up way later than you'd ever admit looking for this man but it was like he never existed. At least on the internet. Than you remembered the kind of supplies he had in his cart. You also noticed how firm his whole body looked and you looked up the local gym. You looked through the different posts, videos, photos, anything. And then you found him. His back was facing the camera and he was wearing a black tank top and a backward cap, but you could recognize those shoulders anywhere now. You hoped for a linked account in the caption but it seemed he didn't have one. Though you had his name and function. Lieutenant Jake Seresin.
A few days passed without having any sign from Jake. You almost went to the groceries when Lila was at school, hoping to meet him again but you decided against it. You had no idea how to get in contact with this man. Hell, you didn't even know if he was single, but you needed to know. You looked at your watch and noticed you still had a few hours before leaving to pick up Lila from school. You changed into some comfortable sweats and a lose shirt before grabbing your keys and leaving for a quick jogging. You tried your best to suppress any thought concerning Jake and focused on your breathing before you could get a side ache. Your eyes even started tricking you as you started seeing Jake's face to every blond, tall men you saw. You shook your head to the first one and ignored the next ones. Then someone called your name.
You turned to the voice and your eyes widened when you recognized Jake. The real Jake. "Oh, hi, Jake right?" You tried to play innocent, not like you tried to stalk him. He smiled at you and caught his breath, him too seemingly on his run day. "Yeah, from the grocery store, you remember me!" You chuckled at that, if he only knew. "Yeah, yeah I remember you. Hard to forget your daughter's dad." What the shit? You smacked yourself internally and giggled nervously when he laughed. "I never thought I'd see a kid walking to me and ask if I'm their daddy." He smiled even more, how was that even possible? "It's nice to see you again." You said, trying not to look at his bulging biceps peeking out from his shirt. "It's nice to see you too. I um... I wanted to ask for your number the other ay but I didn't know if that was appropriate." He said, taking his phone out of his pocket, hoping dearly he wasn't reading this wrong. "That's really not inappropriate." You chuckled and took his phone when he gave it to you, entering your phone number into his contacts. "So... No step-dad for Lila?" He dared ask and you looked up at him with a shy smile. "No, no step-dad. It's been a rough few years for mom so, no time for meeting step-dad." You playfully said as you gave him his phone back.
"I hope mommy won't be too hard on me then." He boldly said with a cocky smile. Your breath got caught in your throat and you felt yourself blushing at his words. "I'm sure she'll be great if you don't misbehave." A boldness you didn't know took over your body and had you say those words, getting you to blush even more. Jake didn't seem to mind one bit as he laughed and looked down at his feet for a moment. "Do you think I could ask you out for dinner?" He then asked, looking back at you. "I'd love to, but I don't really like leaving Lila with a babysitter, I'm a bit of a mother hen." You said. You were a bit sad that could discourage Jake but your daughter would always come first. "No problem! I can come over and cook you two dinner, what do you say?" He smiled at you and you felt your heart flutter with affection. "I'm sure Lila would love that." You told him. "And what about you? Would you like that?" He took a step closer to you, now standing in your personal space. "I would love that." You smiled at him.
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ice on whiskey âââ hwang hyunjin.
â° pairing : assassin/hitman!hyunjin x fem!reader (she/her pronouns).
â° genre : mafia au, nsfw+18, strangers to lovers, kinda slow burn
â° warnings : lots of profanity, guns, violence, character deaths, kidnapping, rampage, reader almost drowned, felix got injured, mentions of drugs and other weapons, black market, crimes such as arson, murder and illegal businesses, blood, kissing, unprotected sex, oral sex (f.receiving), cunnilingus, breast play, hyunjin stroking himself (slightly mentioned)... MDNI semi-proofread. lmk if i missed one :'>
â° word count : 25k (the longest so far)
â° notes : wooyoung from ateez made a cameo in here lol and iâm not expecting this to get a lot of interactions but if you do read this, DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS after reading so iâll know what you think of this long-ass fic. please separate fiction from reality. inspired by â freeze and give me your tmi by skz, too sweet by hozier, a few scenes from the k-drama queen of tears, vincenzo and 365 days trilogy
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Hwang Hyunjin.Â
His name echoes as the sounds of crackling flame and a hugeâthick black smoke escalate to the sky. He stood on the rooftop across from the building that was burning down as the fire trucks and cops aligned on the road beneath.Â
With a zippo in his handâhe closed and opened the lid, making a small flame that caused chaos. A click sound is heard after he closes the lid, shoving it inside his black coatâs pocket. A smirk is plastered on his face upon hearing his name being cursed by the family of a notoriously corrupt politician. He doesnât need to take a glance at who it wasâhe already recognizes those names being listed on his murder list. Too bad, the body burned along with the building.Â
âGood job, Hyunjin,â He heard his boss say on his earpiece while removing the black gloves as he exited the building.Â
It is his job to murder whoever it is when his family gets provoked. A role that he is trained to do so.Â
âGet back home, we have another target,â Hyunjin stopped his car across the street as he took a few looks from the burning building. Some employees were weeping, firefighters were trying to calm the fire, the medical team was on search and the officers were investigating.Â
His name will never be revealed in the media. Who knows? Heâs part of the Mafia.Â
âFuckers,â He said under his breath driving away from the crime scene.Â
Arson may be one of his crimes, yet thatâs not the only way to do his job. The next target is set on another date.Â
It was another usual night at the hotel when the sound of a gunshot was heard across the room as a body fell on the floor with a loud thud. Hyunjin stood there, a gun in his handâeyes filled with no remorse and other emotion. He stared at the body while hiding his weapon in his belt underneath his black coat then a sigh of relaxation escaped his lips as his footsteps echoed on the marble floorâtaking his way out leaving the man he just killed covered with blood.Â
He always didnât understand why Chan sent him alone to negotiate when Seungmin should be the one doing this instead. But the latter is too busy to read and win cases. Hyunjin couldâve taken a signal from Seungmin after failing to negotiate with the bastard.Â
âDispose of him.â He said to the two bodyguards waiting for him outside.Â
He continued to walk by the hall as he headed towards the elevatorâpressing the ground floorâs button. The door closed slowly as he leaned back on the handle while fixing his suit through the reflection. It was a waste to wear such expensive clothing only to be assigned to kill someone. He would have screamed and cried if there was blood that managed to paint his suit, even though it wouldnât be visible since heâs wearing all black from top to toe. Still, he treasures this kind of clothing as it is the representation of his identification.Â
He couldnât say no to the boss.Â
Frustrated as he was, it was getting late. The elevator reached the ground floor and his phone kept ringing inside his chest pocket in his blazer. Another urgent call. Heâs been getting one ever since his morning started, probably another errand to run for Chan. His footsteps echoed once again on the marble floor through the main hall of the hotel as he made his way toward the entrance where his car was waiting. It looked like nothing happened when he had the guts to act normal and conservative with his job but he got used to it.
A man bowed at him while giving him the keys as he took his phone outâanswering that damn call.Â
âDid you kill him?â A voice from the other line asked.Â
âYes,â Hyunjin answered as he opened the carâs door and sat comfortably. âIâm heading back now,âÂ
âOkay, be quick, we have another one on the loose,â said the man on the phone. Hyunjin didnât respond and went to drive away.Â
It is supposed to be a day off which he wanted to spend in his guesthouse near the beach on that one island. But damn Bang Chan and his list of names for murders, Hyunjin couldnât even take the private jet to their island because for sure, he has a feeling that Chan has another mission for him or something urgent to make a meeting out of it.Â
He pushed the accelerator to full speed as he drove on the highway making it like his racing track. His engine roared, earning everyoneâs attention. Some cursed the shit out of him, some were amazed by his violation of traffic laws, Hyunjin felt defeatedâhe didnât even get to take a sip of whiskey while trying to negotiate with that man at the hotel. He was irritated, to begin with. Imagine your day off became a business day just because someone wants to get murdered.Â
Itâs valid. Â
His hands tightened their grip on the wheel, maintaining the speed of his Mercedes Benz as it traveled through the road by the cliff where you could see the ocean and the city lights. The thought of taking some days off just to walk by the shore would be a luxury in his crucial job. He doesnât even remember when was the last time he had a vacation and how exactly he landed on this kind of work when he was supposed to be a professional shooter as a sport. Hiring him was probably Chanâs best decision.Â
âYouâre late,â He said.Â
âHe had a lot to talk about,â Hyunjin reasoned, taking a seat beside Felix on the couch. All eight members of the family gathered in the main living room with Chan in the middleâslamming folders on the coffee table followed by Hyunjinâs gaze. âWhat are these?âÂ
âOur next person,â Minho said, making Hyunjin sigh in response.Â
âAnother murder for me?â He asked cocking his head. Â
âNo,â Seungmin answered. âSheâs a different case,âÂ
âShe?âÂ
âYes,â Felix interrupted as he took the main folder, making Hyunjin read the details. It was a profile. âY/N Jung. She works as a publisher at Parkâs Corporation. Her parents died when she was 5 and raised in an orphanage until the age of 18. Top of her class in high school and graduated Summa Cum Laude at ***** University. Mr. Park hired her a year ago and got promoted 6 months after,âÂ
âImpressive but whatâs with this person?â Hyunjin asked who seemed not interested if it was not someone for him to shoot.Â
âWe found out that sheâs the only daughter of the Godfather of the Jungs who died decades ago, theyâre our familyâs rival. She probably has no idea since sheâs living a normal life but her relatives are after her since sheâs the only heir. They wanted to kill her,â Seungmin saidânow he is intrigued.Â
âWhat if the Jungs will find out that sheâs with us?âÂ
âIt will provoke them of course. They still have a debt to pay after all,â Chan said, taking a sip of his whiskey. âThey canât have her that easily,âÂ
âSo,â Hyunjin paused, pointing at himself. âIâm going to kidnap her?â He was unsure about his assignment but it will probably go that way. âAnd where do we keep her? Here?âÂ
âYour guesthouse,â Chan chuckled. âTake this mission as your days off from work, I will make sure no one finds you,âÂ
âHyung, give me a break. Iâm supposed to leave for Colmar this weekend,â Hyunjin argued.Â
âYou canât,â Chan said firmly. âYou know how your job is unpredictable so either you do this or leave?âÂ
âOh, Iâm supposed to be your assassin now, a babysitter?â Hyunjin scoffed. But he knows he doesnât have a choice. Again.Â
Hyunjin finds himself inside his room after the meeting in Chanâs heavenly huge mansion at the top of a mountain that was rendered for residency. He thought about the case thoroughly this time and this is the very first mission that Chan asked him not to kill anyone. It is unusual for him of course, as he is not used to the concept heâs getting into. A lost princess that everyone is looking for. She could be Rapunzel in some sort. But anyway, this could help him rest for a while. It would make his status crumble in this family if he declined the offer.Â
He ran his fingers through his black long locks as he sat on his bed, taking off his blazer and loosening his tie. The gun was already placed inside the drawer and took a glass of whiskey sitting on his side table. He stared at nowhere and drowned in his deep thoughts while his back rested comfortably on the headboard along with the pillow while reading your profile and other personal documents attached to the folder.Â
A lot will be planned for this exhibition.Â
âFuck,â He hissed, slamming the papers on his side table.Â
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Days passed and you arrived at the partyâs venue five minutes before it started. Mr. Park already requested your presence the moment you walked in. It is supposed to be a night to enjoy but little didnât you know that youâre being watched. Being not a fan of this kind of event, you didnât want to be here in the first place. With tons of people and the intoxicating smell of alcohol and cigarettes, there is a reason why you didnât party when you were still a student.Â
A heavy sigh escaped your lipsâyou admit that your life sucked by then, an orphan who managed to survive the challenges in life. You raised yourself well with the use of your late parentsâ insurance money, which is quite A LOT. Yet you stopped using them when you got a job. Growing up in a tough environment, not that many friends, no social life, and a pile of money made you survive like a castaway on an unknown island. Yet you were thankful for being responsible and a few guidelines from the headmistress of the orphanage who is supposed to be a mother to you but she never did, maybe once she was.Â
These thoughts never leave your mind. It was an experience to grow up independent. It hurts you sometimes that you grew up having no parents to call on, no house to go home to during the holidays, just you in that lonelyâgodforsaken apartment. You got used to it anyway.Â
And who are you to judge the life that the heavens gave you?
You sat by the counter after a long conversation with Mr. Park regarding his business. It was tiring to speak corporate on your day off. You should be at home watching your favorite local drama and crying with a bucket of popcorn. But hell, one of the most important people in the company should be here. Another sigh was heard from you as the bartender placed a glass of champagne on the counter, indicating it was your drink.Â
âThanks,â You smiled.Â
The loud music, the blinding lights, the smoke, and the smell of cigarettes being mixed with the air-conditioner are choking you. It was badâyou couldâve coughed so loud until your throat dried. Champagne wonât be a lot of help either.Â
Hyunjin was there.Â
White v-neck long-sleeved polo, black blazer, black slacks, and black shoes. A handsome tall man, who smells expensive, who looks expensive, and a bit dramatic at times but the people who see him canât deny he is so damn attractive with that suit with a few strands of wet hair styled on his face for elegance.Â
He walked slowly after seeing you settled by the counter wearing that black long dress with see-through sleeves. You were beautiful.Â
Felix followed him as Han and Changbin were on the lookoutâwatching some members of the Jungs trying to locate you in the venue. Hyunjin ordered a drink as he sat on the empty high chair beside you which you had to raise your glass as a form of greeting him. He just gave you a small smile and moved his chair to watch the crowd dancing instead of the bunch of drinks on display.Â
Itâs safe to say that he caught your attention. Who wouldnât when heâs tall, short wolf cut, a black suit with a white top within, a glass of whiskey in one handâa face of a model, siren eyes, a great physique⊠heâs totally your type. It would give you a reason to stay in the party for a while. You hang your head low on the counter as Hyunjin notices you getting consumed by the alcohol while sipping on his whiskey.Â
âYou shouldnât drink that much,â You heard him say. Damn, heâs concerned, that thought made you blush.Â
âI know,â You paused between the hic. âItâs just, itâs my first time having to enjoy a drink outside,â You smiled. âIâm not a party girl, you see. Iâm a home buddy,â But Hyunjin just smirked.Â
You didnât leave the counter an hour later and kept on drinking the same drink. Mind you there is only 12% of alcohol in a bottle of champagne but your tolerance doesnât give a fuck. You donât usually get drunk easily but this time is different. Thatâs what they say, drink your problems away. It is not in your life mottos. A drink wouldnât make you decide to die.Â
The person beside you, will. Not the one you greeted with the glass. Heâs too handsome.Â
âIncoming to Ms. Jungâs left side, Hyunjin,â Said Han from the earpiece.Â
Hyunjin cleared his throat as he movedâfacing the bar while turning his glass from side to side.Â
Being independent meant you could sense danger in one glance but you were too dizzy to identify the man beside you. Unbeknownst to your actions, your hand landed on the man who smiled at you earlier and looked at him. He was confused as to why but it is a plus that you trust him, which you shouldnât. Maybe because heâs not provoking you or anything. You tried so hard to stay quiet and not embarrass yourself in front of your party crush.Â
Hyunjin was alerted as he craned his neck a bit to observe.Â
âSuch a beautiful face,â You heard the other man from your left while tightening the grip of your hand on Hyunjinâs. The unknown man was about to caress your cheek when Hyunjin suddenly let go of the gripâspinning your chair to face him, having his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he planted a kiss on your lips. It was so sudden and unexpected yet it was good. Felix was surprised as he witnessed it behind Hyunjin.Â
âDude, what the fuck?â He exclaimed.Â
The kiss lasted longer. His delicate plump lips were soft as it tasted like he just had a glass of whiskey now being mixed with champagne you just had. His kiss was so gentle to the point that it was so sweetăŒyour knees felt weak and blood rushed through your veins. Unbeknownst to the events, he pulled his gun out from his belt, aiming at the manâs forehead. His eyes were looking at him as he was kissing you.Â
The man raised his hands in surrender and yet he had this dirty smirk plastered on his face. Han and Changbin were already standing on both sides, hooking their arms around the person of interest. You were so captivated by his kiss that it felt like having a live makeout session in front of the barista and Felix but Hyunjin had to stop before it got deep.
âFuck,â The man grunts.Â
âDonât turn around,â Hyunjin whispered to your ear as you could feel your heart going insane and your mind blank. Did he just kiss you? Yes, what the fuck. His left arm was still around your waistïżœïżœïżœpulling you closer as if he was hugging you. But why is it that he wonât allow you to turn around when youâre a blushing mess and the urge to scream in happiness is strong?Â
âYouâre not going to kill him, are you?â The man with blonde hair spoke behind him. What?
âAre you working for the Jungs?â Hyunjin asked. You didnât understand what these are all about and tried to get away but Hyunjinâs too strong to let you go. âBabe, donât move,â He whispered again. I am going to ascend to heaven if heâs going to be like that for a while.Â
âYou could say that,â The man behind you answered.Â
âYou better pay your debt to the Wolves,â Hyunjin answered. âIâll make sure you will never get your hands on Y/n,âÂ
How the fuck did he know my name?
âYou will never know what will happen next if you kill me, Hyunjin,â The man stated. âThey will find the heiress no matter what,â And with that, Hyunjin pulled the trigger, and a loud gunshot was heard through the whole room. The body collapsed as everyone panicked while making their way out of the venue leaving you, Hyunjin, his brothers, and a group of men who were probably the dead manâs accomplices. You were also surprised, flinching at your spotăŒconfused about what was happening.Â
âGet her out of here,â Said Han. âNow.â He added before he ran upstairs to catch the assigned person to take you to the Jungs along with Changbin. Hyunjin nudged Felix before turning back to you.Â
âWhatâs happening?â You spoke in panic but at the same time, you couldnât move.Â
âLook, Miss, we have to go.â He said. Little didnât you know that the crush youâre supposed to have made your night turn unexpectedly?
âWhat? Youâre a stranger, I canât trust you!â You argued but Hyunjin didnât have enough patience to talk back right now and just went to pick you up like a damsel in distress.Â
âLetâs go, Felix!â You heard him say as he walked out of the venue. Han and Changbin decided to stay back for a while unless they captured the spies who were watching you the whole time when you were with Mr. Park and Hyunjin. Everyone was panicking and managed to get out, even your boss who was assisted by his guards.
âHey! Put me down!â You exclaimed trying to get down but Hyunjin didnât even bother to listen and you were way too drunk to stand on your own. âWe kissed but I donât even know your name!âÂ
âItâs fucking Hwang Hyunjin,â He said, making you sit on the passengerâs seat as Felix went to his car parked beside Hyunjinâs.Â
âOkay, Mr. Fucking Hwang Hyunjin, take me home,â You said as you heard his engine roar.Â
âI donât even know where you live but youâre coming home with me,â He answered as he stepped on the gas making the car accelerate with Felix, tailing him.Â
âIs this kidnapping? I will sue you!â You exclaimed but Hyunjin just tried to put up with your shit. âGod, Iâm fucking stupid! First, I got drunk from that stupid champagne! Second, I kissed a stranger and got traumatized and third Iâm letting this motherfucker take me somewhere,â You cried while holding on to your seatbelt. âI donât even know who Fucking Hwang Hyunjin is, the fuck?!âÂ
âWill you shut up?â Hyunjin hissed, making you whimper instead.Â
Iâm going to die, no, I canât die yet. I wonât allow them to kill me, I still have strays to feed, I want to get married and have kids, and I still need to meet the love of my life and grow old with them. Fuck, Iâm going to die. I am being kidnapped and Mr. Fucking Hwang Hyunjin is absolutely unknown in my entire life. I am so dumb, so stupid letting my first kiss takenâ You thought when you heard someone was calling.Â
âHyunjin, weâre being followed,â Felix said through the call as soon as Hyunjin accepted it and took a glance at his side mirror.Â
âFuck,â Hyunjin said in frustration.Â
âIâll stall them, get on the freeway,â Felix said.Â
âNo, fuck! They know that Y/nâs here,â Hyunjin answered. Â
âWhat are we going to do?â Felix asked, feeling anxious from the other line.
âGo back and get Changbin and Han,â Hyunjin said as you were listening to their conversation. The car ride is making you sicker and wants to puke, but Hyunjinâs car seems so expensive that youâre just trying to hold it in and yet it seems impossible. This is an unexpected turn of a Saturday night.Â
âWhat about you?âÂ
âIâll lead them astray, then,â Hyunjin said.Â
âFuck, alone?â Felix reacted.
âJust go, Felix!â Felix sighed heavily as he made a sudden U-turn making the following car halt in response. You stopped crying upon listening to their conversation and when Felix left, you could see how angry Hyunjin was. âYou better hold on tight,â You heard him say when you are already holding on for your dear life. Forget about the damn kiss, this man is crazy!
Heâs already violating traffic laws now with his friend and fuck, whatâs the worse that could happen? Getting arrested or killed after being kidnapped? And the car following us is not even the cops. Forget about the damn kiss, this man is crazy!
âWhatâs happening?â You asked for the second time, tightening your grip on the seatbelt.Â
âYouâll find out later,â He said as he made the car engine roarâspeeding through an unknown road.Â
You could feel how unusual the speed of his car was, it was faster than a few minutes ago. Vomiting would be the worst that could happen inside right now. Not in this expensive car, not in this expensive black dress that you bought from your favorite brand, not with this hair and makeup youâve spent hours to make yourself presentable after 5 days of being stressed.
âCan I at least know where youâre taking me?â You asked, trying not to make puking sounds. âI think Iâm getting sicker at this speed,âÂ
âDonât you dare vomit in my car!â He exclaimed, trying to focus on the road and at the same time, glancing at his side mirror. The car is still there and Felix is nowhere to be found now. Hyunjin kept on taking turns and youâre getting sicker. In a few seconds, you wonât be able to hold it in.Â
âCan you slow down a bit?â You begged but thereâs no way Hyunjin is doing that.Â
âDo you want to live or not?â Hyunjin hissed, hands tightening their grip on the wheel even more.Â
âI want to if you wonât kill us,â You said, almost crying again.Â
âIâm a skilled driver,â He argued.Â
âIâm not doubting you,â You answered, shaking in fear and sickness. âBut I would like to apologize in advance,âÂ
âWhat? Fuckâno!â Hyunjin exclaimed as he was too late. You already vomited on his matâ coughing after feeling like you were being choked. âMotherfucker! I told you not to let it out!âÂ
âBut I suddenly feel better! Donât worry, Iâll wash your car,â You said as you leaned back on the passengerâs seat leaving Hyunjin more frustrated.Â
âFuck,â He sighed as he continued driving at the same speed when suddenly a truck was heading through the go signal from the right side at full speed as well. It gave Hyunjin an idea that he made the clutch go forward as the engine roared even more, wanting to go through the stop signal.Â
âWait!â You exclaimed, followed by intense screaming while covering your face with your hands as Hyunjin stayed quiet, brows knitted together, hands tightened their grip on the wheel even moreâspeeding through the highway and the car that was following you, crashed on the truck making a loud impact as the cars lined up got delayed to go through the traffic. Your heart was beating fasterâpanting, as you sweat from all the vomiting and a reckless driver beside you. Thanks to them, you are probably getting sober from the series of events. âWhat the fuck was that?âÂ
âI told you Iâm a skilled driver. But you have to clean my car tomorrow morning,â He said, sighing in relief as he glanced at his rearview mirror, watching the car burn as it stood still, glass shattered and crushed.Â
âSo Iâm not going home, then?â You asked, watching him with those terrified eyes.Â
âDo you think after what just happened Iâll let you go home? You vomited in my car, my brothers are out there trying to capture those who wanted to kill you, and I just saved your life from those bastards and that fucker at the party,â Hyunjin said, getting back on the carâs usual speed while loosening his tight grip.Â
âWhy do they want to kill me? And how did you know me?â You asked, being confused, to begin with in addition to fear and doubt. Â
âLong story short, I was tasked to take you in because of your family affairs.â He answered.Â
âFamily affairs? Iâm an orphan! Nobody came for me when I was at the orphanage!â Your exclaimed, brows knitted together.
âY/n Jung, a publisher at Parkâs Corporation, the daughter of Mr. F/n Jung and Ms. M/n Kim, the Godfather. Orphaned at the age of 5, was sent to ***** University and graduated Summa Cum Laude. You have lived alone since you were 18,â He said, making your eyes widen in shock.Â
âStalker much! How did you know?â You shouted, attempting to kick him. âAnd Godfather? What the fuck is that?â
âYou are the only heir of the highest mafia leader who died years ago. Your relatives are coming to kill you so they can get your parentsâ properties in all of Korea. That explains why they left you a great sum of money,â Hyunjin explained, which became too much for your sober brain to catch up and take in.Â
âSo youâre saying that Iâm part of this gangster shit?â You laughed. âDude, I barely even know my parents and my family background, and then someone like you just appeared out of nowhere, explaining this crazy stuff,â You answered, resting on the passengerâs seat like a stubborn little child. âI want to go home,âÂ
âYou owe me and my car. My boss will kill me if I let you go,â Hyunjin argued but only sighed in response, just letting an unusual stranger earn your slight bit of trust.Â
He knows you have so many questions at the moment and heâs not sure he can answer everything. That is why he is taking you to Chanâs enormous mansion at the mountaintop. The streetlights became rare the moment you entered the road by the cliff, nervous about what was going to happen shortly. It was darkâyou didnât even know what to feel. Being terrified is an understatement, you have no idea what you are going into.Â
Hyunjin became quiet as soon as you stopped talking yet the disgusting smell aroused his irritation. He tried not to get upset with it since you were already on the premises.Â
âClean yourself before we see Chan,â You heard him say as you gave him a nod. Hyunjin parked his car and walked around it to open the door for you.Â
âThanks,â You said as you followed him inside.Â
The stories youâve read about these kinds of families werenât exaggerating when writers say that Mafias are filthy rich with huge mansions, expensive cars and furniture, business booming here and there, and money coming and going. Being a bookworm and a movie lover helped. Your mouth gaped at the sight of the interior. Itâs probably more expensive than you. But learning the fact that youâre an heiress made a small stretch on your net worth. Of course, if itâs not a prank or whatever.Â
Your eyes wandered around the main living room through the hall and the stairs as Hyunjin led you inside his room. Even his room is bigger than your apartment.Â
âYour clothes are placed on my bed, the bathroomâs on your left. Iâll be outside,â He said as you gave him a nod but before you could take a step away from him, you felt a hand wrapped around your wristâpulling you closer. âDonât even bother trying to escape,âÂ
âEven if I did, youâll capture me eventually,â You said, rolling your eyesâunhanding yourself away by harshly removing your wrist from his large hand.Â
âIf you donât want to be killed of course,â He smirked as he went out of the room. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as your eyes landed on the pajamas he prepared for you.Â
âIs she here?â Seungmin asked the moment he saw Hyunjin standing outside his room.Â
âInside,â Hyunjin answered, motioning his head to the door.Â
âGood,â Seungmin sighed in relief. âFelix said theyâre on their way. They got the accomplices. Chan said they will be taken to the island tonight and you killed someone out there,âÂ
âI didnât,â Hyunjin breathed. âThe rest of them were following us, I have to make sure Y/nâs safe,âÂ
âI know,â Seungmin said. âYou did well,âÂ
Thankfully, Hyunjinâs door wasnât soundproof. You heard their conversation when you were about to knock. The sage green pajamas were comfy as they were made of silk, your hair was wet after taking a shower and the other products you used were immaculate. They mustâve prepared for your arrival that he already has those products aligned in his bathroom.Â
You leaned closer to the door and knocked a few times just to make Hyunjin unlock it, making Seungmin intrigued to see you too.Â
It took a while as you cleaned everything, making yourself sober up. This was a lesson not to drink a lotâyou donât even like drinking. You need to be presentable at least, but the aftertaste of champagne didnât feel good staying inside your mouth. Yet this wasnât that important to you right now as you have questions to ask and answers to collect.
âHi,â Seungmin beamed. âIâm Seungmin, the family lawyer, nice to meet you Y/n,â He added, reaching out his hand for a handshake. You hesitated at first, but it seems like heâs a bit friendly.Â
âHi,â You said, giving him a quick smile and shaking his hand. He looks too cute to be part of this gangster family but at the same time, extremely attractive.Â
âLetâs go see Chan now,â Hyunjin said as he walked away first with Seungmin gesturing his hand to follow the former as he stayed behind you.Â
You have no idea who Chan is, and you get even more nervous that you are a few steps into meeting him. The information about your parents became unexpected because no one knew and no one even came to the orphanage to tell you anything. Not even your relatives who unfortunately donât care about you and now want you dead. The idea led you to come with them to earn information and flee when you get the chance. Thoughts of escaping would be impossible at this point since you are being surrounded and watched. There are a lot of surveillance cameras from the gate to the mansion. Itâs hard to find a blind spot.Â
Hyunjin and Seungminâs footsteps echoed through the hall while yours remained quiet because of the fluffy Cinnamon Roll slippers Hyunjin gave. It was almost cute but you remembered he kissed you without permission, hypothetically let the driver of that car who followed you, get into a terrible accident and shoot a man in the same night. May they rest in peace, in hell, if they deserve it.Â
Your lips formed into a thin line as you walked downstairs, earning the attention of six other menâprobably living in this houseâespecially that big, scary-looking man, sitting in the middle. You recognized Felix, and the two who were standing behind the couch he was sitting at were probably Han and Changbin. Theyâve got cuts and bruises from all the trouble earlier. Damn. And the rest, you donât know.Â
Everyone stood up and faced you the moment you got down, Seungmin gestured to you to sit down on a single couch to begin the meeting but you couldnât even move. You were intimidated and yet they bowed to show respect.Â
What the fuck is happening?Â
âPlease donât be scared, take a seat,â The man in the middle spoke. You were hesitating at first but eventually gave in. Itâs too dangerous to provoke someone this scary. âI know you probably have a lot of questions about all of this, but before anything else, I would like to introduce this family. Iâm Bang Chan, the boss. You just met Seungmin, our lawyer, Felix is our Intel, Han and Changbin are our Capos,â Chan said, then he immediately gestured to the next person. âJeongin, my apprentice, Minho the consigliere and Hyunjin, our assassin,âÂ
âA-assassin?â You spoke.Â
You were stunned by how everyone has a role in this family and yet remained confused. Eight men with acceptable roles in the family and the one who took you away is apparently an assassin. He couldâve killed you the first time. You were deceived by that handsome face of his but who knows what job he has? A fucking assassin. It keeps repeating in your head.Â
âUhm, not so nice to meet you,â You said, you mean it anyway. âI think I donât need to say something about myself,â You added, taking a deep breath to avoid being nervous and scared. Everything feels off in the first place too.Â
âYou donât need to. We know who you are,â Chan said as you sighed heavily, biting your lower lip.Â
âOkay, why am I here?â You asked. âHyunjin mentioned something about my late parents. Did you do a background check on me?âÂ
âYes, it is part of our job,â Chan answered, gesturing to Seungmin to hand you a file. âHe may have mentioned you being the sole heir of the Godfather, Mr. F/n Jung,âÂ
âThatâs fucking absurd,â You retorted.Â
âItâs the truth,â Chan said firmly. âYour relatives have been tracking you down for years, that explains what happened and why youâre brought here. All information about you and your late parents is in there,â He added as Seungmin offered you a thick folder. Licking your lipsâyour hands reached for the folder and flipped a few pages.Â
The first one you saw was your profile, next to that were papers from the orphanageâarticles about the car crash and the insurance money, your university application, land and property ownerships being signed by your parents, contracts, and other confidential documents. It took you a while to skim and scan everything. It felt surreal as if your life was written in a bookâthe missing heiress of a freaking wealthy family of gangsters. And now, some unknown relatives are coming after you.Â
âI really donât know anything, and so what if they want to own my parentsâ property, I donât care at all,â You said, firmly.Â
âThat is not what we do, Y/n,â Chan retorted. âLoyalty is important to our family and you have a rank in the Jungs so either they will let you live to rule for them or kill you to take everything youâre supposed to own. Your parents built that empire so you could have a normal and comfortable life but they ended up being killed in the crash many years ago. Itâs a miracle that youâre even alive,âÂ
Then it made you rememberâthe crash. Suddenly, a childâs voice echoed through your memory as the sounds of ambulances were all over the place. The front side of the car was crushed as you sat there crying with your head bleeding from the impact. You were taken to the hospital and later found out that your parents died before they could get them out of the car. A social worker and a lawyer came by to assess your papers and live in an orphanage. It was discussed that you can get the insurance money after you turn 18. It was enough to sustain you and yet, everything still felt bitter. Your life was never the same after that. Maybe your life got a little bit better after you moved out and lived on your own. Yet it became lonely and sad. Having a job doesnât fix a broken heart either. Everything messes with your head.Â
No one from your family visited you because of the hatred. The headmistress didnât even help you that much and the other kids were getting foster parents except you. It was tragic. You didnât know what was wrong and longed to have a family too. Maybe Chan is right about one thing, youâre lucky to be alive but instead of living happily out of itâthe sunshine turned into rain and the light switched off to dark. It was sad knowing no one came to your graduation or any parent-teacher meetings, no one would sign school documents other than your landlord. It was a fucked up life for you to thrive on.Â
Tears suddenly streamed down your cheeks while looking at Chan. Felix caught it immediately and passed the box of tissues. You were surprised by it that you didnât hesitate to respond to his actions. Maybe these people are not bad after all or theyâre just being polite. You wiped your tears after taking a few sheets and massaging your temples. Being sober doesnât help to indulge such information but you are getting there. You donât need to drink again in the future.Â
âYou think itâs a good miracle, huh? Do you think itâs good to be alive? After everything Iâve been through?!â You exclaimed standing up from your seat but they didnât flinch a bit, except Felix.Â
âThis is not the place for you to be emotional,â That was a damn red flag to invalidate you.Â
âY/n, calm down, take a seat,â Felix said in his most gentle voice, handing you a glass of water. âDonât worry, itâs pure, not poisoned,â He smiled like an angel in disguise. You sit down as you take the glass and drink it, still giving that glare to Chan who has no remorse plastered on his face.Â
âYou and Hyunjin will go to his guest house first thing in the morning. No one will be able to find you there,â Chan said.Â
âWhat?â You asked, shocked by what Chan just answered.Â
âWe have to stay here because of the Jungs, but weâll accompany you to the island tomorrow. Hyunjin needs his day off too,â Seungmin said. Â
âYeah, he will take care of you, but donât worry, we will make sure no one finds you so call us when you need us,â Felix interrupted.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â You asked.Â
âThey owe us big time, your family is the reason why our parents died. All of us,â Chan answered, which made you caught off guard. So youâre not alone after all. âMy parents were second to yours, Ms. Jung. Theyâre the co-founder of this empire but after being betrayed and murdered along with the entire family, the kids were forced to grow up in a secluded mansion, trained and studiedâchosen to continue their legacy.â He added as he stood up from his seat and walked slowly around you.Â
âIt was a hard life,â Felix butted in.Â
âHyunjin grew up to be a shooter so I hired him as my assassin. Seungmin studied law, and he became the familyâs lawyer. Minho is my advisor, Han and Changbin were trained to fight, Felix became our intelligence because of his skills and Jeongin is still learning from me. I was forced to lead an empire, Y/n, the Jungs are the rats. Youâre lucky you didnât grow up in this environment or you are already long gone,â He said as you stayed quiet. âYour family has a debt to pay and a relative to kill. Itâs either you want to go out there and be killed or stay here until we settle everything with them. Your choice,âÂ
âI donât have a family,â You answered as you balled your fists in anger.Â
âWe know,âÂ
âHow did you find me?â You asked.Â
âFelix,â Chan answered. âWe have connections so when we knew you were alive, I sent Felix to spy on you,âÂ
âStalking is my job but legally,â Felix said with a sheepish smile plastered on his face making you sigh in response.Â
âI guess I have nothing to tell you about myself,â You said. âBut if youâre going to keep me locked up, what about my job? My apartment? My laptop? The stray cats and dogs Iâm feeding?âÂ
âThe strays were already taken to a shelter. Your apartment wonât be touched but we had to get a few things for you to use and of course, your laptop,â Seungmin answered. âWe have someone to replace you for the meantime in your job. But donât worry, Mr. Park works for Chan Hyung yet he cannot let you work for your privacy,âÂ
âUnbelievable,â You sighed. âYou mentioned that Iâm supposed to inherit everything they own as what these documents have stated and yet no one told me. I donât know anything about bullshit and my so-called relatives are after me to kill me so they can name these properties and businesses under themselves. Why do they need to dispose of me when I donât know anything?â You asked.Â
âThe last page is the will of your parents,â Seungmin answered. âIt got notarized by my dad. Unfortunately, he passed not long ago after your parents did. The Jungs have copies of the will so to be able to take the properties, they will kill you first since youâre the first in line, second is your uncle, their temporary boss. As long as youâre alive, they wonât be able to touch it,âÂ
âWhat?â You reacted. This is way too much information to take. Your brain is foggy from all of that drink and you donât know if taking a shower would make you feel a bit sane.Â
âThese documents belong to you now,â Seungmin said. âSo please understand that we canât let you go out there,âÂ
âWhy are you helping me?â You askedâhead hang low.Â
âWe know itâs shocking to hear all of this in one night, but you are a crucial target,â Minho said. âWe used to live in harmony once,â You nodded in response.Â
âSo your parents used to work for them?â You asked, looking at them.Â
âTo the Godfather,â Minho nodded.Â
âFuck,â You hissed washing your face with your hands with the folder laying on your lap.Â
âItâs already getting late, we will continue this conversation tomorrow,â Chan said out of nowhere, dismissing everyone as they left for their rooms while you remained in the living room with Hyunjin taking a seat on your rightâsipping on his glass of whiskey.Â
âYouâre not sleeping yet?â He asked.Â
âHow could I?â You asked back. âIâm not sure if this is a good idea,âÂ
âI didnât say yes to this plan either. But itâs my job and the moment I took you out of that party, you became my responsibility. Call me your babysitter,â He smirked while drinking.Â
âShut up,â You said, rolling your eyes.Â
âGo sleep in my room, you had a long night,â He said, standing up from the couch as he shoved his hands inside his slacksâ pockets.Â
âWhat about you?â You asked.Â
âIâll sleep with Seungmin,â He said casually. âLetâs go,âÂ
You couldnât sleep a wink that night even though you had to leave first thing in the morning. It felt weird sleeping in a house full of men and laying on a king-sized bed owned by someone you just met. You admit he is handsome and all got mad driving skills and loves whiskey, which makes your heart leap. Not to mention the kiss. What a bastard. Heâs not as what you thought he would be, although you are so guilty of vomiting in his car he has the very right to be upset. But the thing is, youâre being held hostage. You also have the very right to be mad. Yet at the same time, their reasons are valid to keep you here. It explains why Han and Changbin got beaten up when Felix arrived way back at the party.Â
The bed is comfy after all and you have a lot of information to process at once. Itâs unbelievable to have this kind of life being kept a secret from you for years. Damn family affairs.Â
**
It was already morning when you were welcomed by a loud knock outside Hyunjinâs room. It made you groan in frustration as that was the reason why you woke up. You had to make your way towards the door and open it while half-asleep. Hyunjinâs face was the one that welcomed you outside causing you to be wide awake. You admit you fell in love at first last night but it didnât last long when you knew he was taking you with him somewhere you didnât know. And now, youâre here inside their mansion, inside his room and he is standing three feet in front of you between the door of his bedroom.Â
âGood morning?â You said.Â
âGet dressed and have breakfast downstairs, weâre leaving in 2 hours,â He said, handing you a set of clothes and a pair of shoes to wear before he left.Â
âFuck,â You said under your breath and hurried to do your new routine. You packed your backpack shoving your laptop, the folder, and some of the necessities the guys had prepared for you from last night. Obviously from your apartment, how did they manage to have these?
Hyunjin went downstairs and headed to the dining room where everyone settled in. You were left out for a bit and rushed down almost an hour after Hyunjin came by. Everyone looked at you wearing that white top with a gray cardigan and white slacks. They wouldnât deny the fact that youâre pretty and itâs their first time having a woman in the house. Chan cleared his throat making Hyunjin snap out of his thoughts after staring at you. His thoughts remained unknown but he was captured by your beauty although you are stupid. Being drunk Y/n, explained it.Â
âTake a seat, my dear,â You heard Chan say. Felix saw how amused Hyunjin was as he smirked, teasing the older one the moment you sat down on the empty seat beside him. âEat,âÂ
âYou sound like an old man, Hyung,â Seungmin butted in making everyone snicker.Â
âShut up Seungmin,â Chan retorted.Â
âThanks,â Thatâs all you could say in between the conversation. What an awkward situation to be dining with them.Â
âDid you sleep well?â Seungmin asked, turning to you who was just sitting on the other side.Â
âNot really,â You answered, taking a bite of your sandwich.Â
âThatâs normal,â He answered. âI hope youâll get used to us being around, we canât take being separated unless thereâs an important matter,â
âReally?â You asked.Â
âYeah, we grew up together under one roof, weâre not blood-related but we treat each other like brothers, family to specific,â You heard Han say.Â
âGood for you guys,â You said. âI was alone,âÂ
âYou could be familyâaww!â Felix exclaimed when Hyunjin smacked him.Â
âY/nâs not our family,â Hyunjin said grimly.Â
That made you look down and eat in silence while the rest did the same. Chan obviously didnât care, Minho couldnât even look at you, Changbin and Jeongin didnât bother talking to you, Hyunjin seemed cold, and only Seungmin, Felix, and Han were a bit warm. You couldnât blame them for feeling that way but youâre innocent with all these family dramas going around. You tried to be friendly despite the situation, but they couldnât trust you and the same goes for how you felt.Â
Why on earth did the heavens give you this life?Â
You left the mansion an hour after having breakfast as Hyunjin was driving you somewhere. It was a different car from last night. The boys were having a convoy with 4 cars, 2 in each and 3 in the last car. You settled beside Hyunjin a few minutes ago with your things at the back of his new car. He mightâve disposed of the one he used after the little incident happened.Â
âWhereâs your car?â You asked.Â
âI left it,â He said. âThe caretaker will clean it for me,â
âI thought I was supposed to clean it?â You asked again.Â
âWe donât have time,â He said in his monotonous voice.Â
âIâm sorry,â You said. âCan I do something to make it up to you, at least?âÂ
âNothing,â He said, making you sigh.Â
âOkay, why did you kiss me last night?â You asked. Oh, so youâre finally making a conversation right now? No one spoke about it, not even Felix who looked disgusted when he saw it. Maybe because they were too occupied last nightâit slipped away from their minds. Hyunjin also got upset about how things turned out as if he didnât call you some pet name.Â
âDo you want to see that man being shot in front of you?â He asked. Well, he has a point. âAnd donât act like you didnât like it, you kissed me back,âÂ
âBecause I thought I was finally getting a life,â You argued.Â
âIâm not sorry about it,â He smirked. Motherfucker.Â
Your eyes met the scenery outside as you were drowning in your sea of thoughts. The so-called abduction, the intoxicating kiss, relocating you to an island? What kind of fate is this? But Heâs right, you liked that kiss. It made your heart go insane, he kissed you like a lover who finally found the love of his life when it was supposed to be nothing but a kiss between fucking strangers and itâs making you crazy. A coincidence even. At first, itâs just crushing on a stranger who turns out to be an assassin. Stupid Y/n.Â
Hyunjin continued to drive but took a few glances at your gloomy face, being reflected by the carâs window.Â
âMy guesthouse is on an island that Chan owns,â He said, earning back your attention. âOne can get in or out by plane or yacht, we need to travel there by air,âÂ
âChan must be rich huh,âÂ
âHeâs the pillar of this empire after everyone got murdered. All the properties are named after him,âÂ
âAh,â You nodded.Â
âThe island is secluded so no one except us can enter. The roads are limited so itâs hard to do car racing,â He added as you continued to nod.Â
âYou guys decide what my fate will be,â You said. âI have no family to worry about me so I can be dragged around, besides, you got my replacement at work,âÂ
âAre you that sad?â Hyunjin asked.Â
âOf course, who wouldnât? Imagine youâre a little kid who grew up alone with no one to look up to. Then one day she lived alone to thrive for herself, got a job years later, and got abducted, witnessed a murder, and a stranger stealing a kiss all in one night for the first time she ever decided to go to a party,â You huffed. âAt least you have your brothers. I donât have one with me,âÂ
Hyunjin shut his mouth after that.Â
âLook, this isnât my plan on spending my days off. Iâm supposed to be in Colmar,â he said.Â
âWell, Iâm sorry to ruin your vacation. As if I expected to be with you in the first place when I should be sleeping in my apartment the whole day because I have work tomorrow,â You argued.Â
Hyunjin gave up.Â
After a while, everyone parked their cars by the airport as you followed Hyunjin to the private plane that was prepared for the departure. Your hair danced with the wind along with the excess of your clothes. The others followed and youâre being stuck with them again. It was awkward that you decided to sit at the back as they continued their conversation. Felix saw you alone while Hyunjin slept on the other row. A smile formed on his face and decided to take the seat beside you, hoping heâd feel welcomed.Â
You were just waiting to depart as your eyes fixated through the window and didnât even notice that Felix was already there. He didnât bother to take your attention in the meantime and just sat quietlyâtaking a magazine and started to read while you looked outside, not until the flight attendant announced the take-off.Â
âHi,â You greeted.Â
âHi! I hope you donât mind me sitting here,â He said.Â
âNot at all,â You smiled. âYouâre probably the only one who wants to be my friend,âÂ
âForce of habit, since I tend to gather information about you,â He answered while fidgeting his fingers. âWeâre about to take off and it will take an hour to arrive so get some restâpoke me when you need anything!âÂ
âI will,â You chuckled. Heâs cute. Not long after, the private jet took off and you stared again through the window. âHow long do we have to stay on the island?â You asked, not taking your eyes away from the scenery outside.
âIt would depend on how long it would take for the Jungs to stop looking for you,â He answered. âAll of us wonât be consistent on staying there, itâs just that Hyunjin is the best one who can protect you since he grew up being a shooter. Itâs easy for him to kill someone. I mean, we all do, but heâs the best one,â He added as you finally looked at him.Â
âThatâs cool. I thought heâs just another reckless driver racing on the road,â You answered which made Felix chuckle.Â
âI mean heâs a skilled driver,â Felix said, making a pause between your conversation. âThe thing is, our job starting from now on is to go in and out of the island, except for Hyunjin, of course. Heâll stay with you. Itâs his guesthouse anyway, and the rest of us will take off the Jungs,â He explained.Â
âIsnât it dangerous though? Youâre risking your life for a mere stranger like me,â You said.Â
âLike what Chan Hyung said, they owe us and weâre not doing this solely because of you,â Felix answered. âAnd once they find out that youâre with us, which is what they already know because of last nightâIâm afraid that youâre not the only one on the murder list,âÂ
âThat meansâŠâÂ
âMe, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Han, Changbin hyung, Jeongin, Minho hyung and most especially, Chan hyung,â Felix said. âIf he dies, what will happen to us? To you? And with everything that our parents have left us,â That statement made Felix look gloomy as if the sunshine hid behind the clouds to provide rain and youâre standing somewhere without a roofâletting the rainwater shower you.Â
âGod, Iâm so sorry,â You sighed trying to hold back your tears as you leaned on your seat. It makes you feel a sense of guilt even though everything is still new.Â
âItâs not your fault. What are you apologizing for?â Hyunjin said still not moving from his positionâarms crossed on his chest, legs gappedâhis head rested on his neck pillow with sunglasses on his eyes.Â
âDonât mind him,â Felix excused. âHe even kissed you without permission so Iâm sorry about that,â He added when you just gave him a sorry smile.
âIâm not sorry about that too!â Hyunjin butted in making Felix sigh before turning in his direction.
âYouâre being a jerk,â Felix scolded him as Hyunjin rolled his eyes inside those expensive glasses.
It was a new sight the moment you stepped out of the private area and headed toward the mini-airport, specifically built for this island. The family is filthy rich that you cannot even comprehend how it works. From afar, they look like a normal bunch of businessmen working together to provide a better economy for people to work but once you enter the circle and observe them, they only serve one masterâthe boss who is the brain of everything. They fight for the good although they use violence and crimes just to have a peaceful atmosphere. Being involved with them came to be unexpected. From a normal, innocent human being to a wanted daughter of a late criminal lord.Â
It is the season of summer and everything happens in the blink of an eye. The night changed too fastânot even 24 hours. Thatâs what everyone says, you donât know what is going to happen in the future. All eyes darted on you and theyâre all armed. Apart from the brothers, there were also guards walking along as you headed to cars prepared to head to Hyunjinâs guesthouse. It was a big island when you got an aerial view as it was separated from the outside world. You were assisted when you sat beside Hyunjin as he drove away. The island is obviously surrounded by water which would be harder to escape. They donât need surveillance cameras anymore when youâre on the loose just to find you. No boats, and planes to be usedâunless itâs urgent.Â
Being surrounded by water is a genius idea since it is already summer. You have the freedom to explore around and maybe read by the shore if the guesthouse wouldnât be too far from the sea. Another convoy was set to travel heading on the limited road Hyunjin was talking about. You didnât even expect that the guesthouse would be enormous just like Chanâs mansion on the mountaintop.Â
It was located a few meters from the shoreâsurrounded by trees and a garden with a small pavilion for afternoon tea, a swimming pool, and of course, high walls and gates.Â
âThis is your guesthouse?â You asked. âIt seems like a real house,âÂ
âLetâs say this is a vacation house where Iâm supposed to relax, away from all the chaos,â Hyunjin said.Â
âYou even had an outdoor shooting range a moment ago,â You added.Â
âChan Hyung had it built 2 years ago,â He said, parking the car as soon as it entered the guesthouse grounds. âYour things will be carried to your room so feel free to look around. Felix will attend to you in a bit,âÂ
âOkay,â You said, letting yourself out of his car as you watched him going to Chan. They walked inside the house as Felix remained with you. The latter was smiling until his ears made you awe. Heâs the only sweet one around. A total ball of sunshine.Â
When Chan and the rest of his brothers gathered in the main living room while discussing the terms and conditions with Hyunjin, Felix got busy touring you around like a professional tour guide yet you couldnât help but notice the gun being displayed on his belt. Everyone has.Â
âWhy do you always carry that?â You asked as Felix stopped explaining some things when you got distracted.Â
âOh, itâs for emergencies,â He said as you walked around the guesthouse.Â
And while you were occupied, Chan received a distress message written on his phone. Han was alerted that accomplices from last night were already lined up in the shooting range after they were brought to the island and needed confrontation. Hyunjin stood up immediately and left the premises as he hurried to the shooting range, not far from the house. Everyone followed him which caught your attention and Felixâs.Â
âEmergencies like that, probably,â You heard him say.Â
âWhatâs happening?â You asked when Han came.Â
âFelix, Chan wants you there. Take Y/n with you,â He said and ran to catch up with the guysâleaving you confused. You followed Felix out from the gates and headed to where they were. It didnât even take 10 minutes of the tour and now youâre standing here with them with those unfamiliar faces kneeling down in front of the brothers. You hold on to Felix while watching them. Those men have bruises, obviously after being beaten up. Their hands were cuffed and blood was dripping from their heads. If this island is only for the brothers, why would they bring them here?
âBaby, come here,â Hyunjin suddenly said, to which everyone was caught off guard. He was gesturing to you as he reached out his handâfingers motioning you to come closer.Â
âBaby? What the fuck?â Seungmin said in disgust.Â
Your heart started to beat fasterâof course, you remembered Hyunjin became your crush for a few minutes during the party, kissed you, and killed some people. Now you are not surprised if heâs going to have another shooting activity. Everyone was quiet and next to him was Chan with a gun in his hand. The others stood on the side, waiting for something to happen. This family never fails to make surprises within the first 24 hours, especially Hyunjin.Â
It is breathtaking to witness eight handsome brothers wearing formal attireâeither black or white. Hyunjin was wearing all black, from his long-sleeved polo to his pants and belt, silver rings adorned his fingers, and a black bracelet. His ears were pierced. You didnât even notice how good they looked on him the first time you laid your eyes on him during the party. The broad daylight caused you a thorough observation. Heâs so damn attractive.Â
You didnât notice you were staring at him for a while now that he turned to youâlowering his Versace sunglasses, cocking his head.Â
âBaby,â He called again. You placed your hand above his as he pulled you gently closer to him. âNow, look,â He added, wrapping his left arm around your waist while pulling out the gun hiding on his belt.Â
âWhat?â You asked, turning your eyes to those men.Â
âThey are accomplices of the man who tried to assault you last night,â He said.Â
âAre you going to kill them too?â You asked, trembling under his touch.Â
âYou may want to cover your ears for this, love,â He whispered as his hand covered your eyes while yours came to cover your ears.Â
âHow did you get inside the Parkâs Foundation?â Chan asked them.Â
âThatâs none of your business,â One of them spoke when a gunshot was heard making you flinch. Hyunjin made you turn around as if he was hugging you, again. You buried your face on his chest, hugging him tightly.Â
One down. Three to go.Â
âYou will never make us speak about the Jungs,â Another one said.Â
âI know you wonât. We donât need anything from you,â Hyunjin said, cocking his gun before aiming it at the manâs forehead, making the man flinch in response. âI donât like people who meddle with my business. Sheâs mine to take, motherfucker. Any last words? Any of you?â It seemed like Hyunjin was worked up but managed to keep his cool.Â
âFuck you, Wolves!âÂ
Hyunjin pulled the trigger as continuous loud gunshots were heard through the island. You flinched at the sound and wanted to walk away but you couldnât move, again. The same scenario happened twice within the first 24 hours. Why would they want you here?
âDispose of them,â Chan ordered. âTake Y/n back to the guesthouse. Weâll investigate further of this,âÂ
âYes Sir,âÂ
âAre you okay?â Hyunjin asked, turning to you while removing his sunglasses as he felt you were shaking from what just happened.Â
âY-yeah,â You stuttered while holding his forearms for support.Â
You admit that was cool of him but who the fuck would shoot people in broad daylight?! And Chan too?! You werenât sure about the baby call sign but it made your heart leap. It was unexpected of him to say that youâre now confused about what kind of treatment you are getting from him. Itâs either heâs concerned, hot-tempered, nonchalant hot motherfucker, or what.Â
Hyunjin doesnât understand how he feels about you. Maybe he felt sympathy because you had the same tragic stories to tell. You are one of his rare cases. Maybe the first when he is supposed to be out there killing someoneâjust like what happened a few minutes ago. Felix came to take you back to the guesthouse leaving him alone on the shooting range, watching the guards cleaning up the mess he just made. Seungmin patted his shoulder before walking awayâfollowing Chan back to the guest house. It wasnât even 10 in the morning.Â
âTsk,â And at that moment, he left.Â
âI hope you wonât hate us for what Hyunjin just did,â Felix said as he made you sit on your bed.Â
âThey probably deserve it,â You said, hanging your head low.Â
âHe does,â Felix smiled. âBut hey, donât worry, weâre doing this to protect you,âÂ
âI know,â You smiled bitterly. âItâs just that, I wasnât expecting that my life would change in a snap. Everything is new to me,âÂ
âI know,â Felix answered. âAre you okay?âÂ
âIâm not, Iâm scared,â You sniffed, hugging your knees closer to your chest as Felix sat in front of you.Â
âI apologize for making you witness everything of this,â He sighed. âWe canât do anything about it, Y/n. If anything happens to you, this rivalry will continue to grow,âÂ
âI know,â You cried. âHyunjin and Chan donât need to show me. I mean, I didnât see anything but itâs scaring me,â Felix saw you shaking at that moment and hugged you immediately trying to calm you down.Â
âIt wonât happen again,â He added, hugging you tighter. âYou should take some rest, my brothers and I are heading back to Seoul after lunch,âÂ
âWhat? I thought you were staying for a few days?â You asked, looking at him.Â
âCanât,â Felix smiled. âYou saw what Hyunjin did right? Weâll do the same once we get back to Seoul. The Jungs are making offenses now so we better do something. Those men were brought here to be punished. Donât worry, Hyunjin will take care of you and there are a lot of guards around. Weâll be back soon to check up on you,âÂ
And so, they did. You hugged Felix tightly before he could get into the private jet. Such a shame that you didnât get to spend some time with him when heâs only the one who made you feel welcome and comfortable. The others didnât seem to grow on you at the time and left after saying goodbyes and reassured that theyâd come back. Jeongin didnât say a word to you ever since you cameâeven Changbin.Â
âThey donât like me that much, right?â You asked Hyunjin as you stood together far away from the runway.Â
âYou canât force someone to like a person who you just met,â Hyunjin answered with his hands in his pockets, watching the jet take off. âBut Felix is already fond of you and maybe Seungmin,â He added and waited for the jet to disappear from your sight. You made sure you waved at them goodbye even if they wouldnât be able to see that anymore and Hyunjin was assumed. âLetâs go,âÂ
âWill you kill someone again?â You asked making Hyunjin to stop when he was about to leave.Â
âNot unless someone we donât know comes in here, or a traitor,â He said as if it were nothing. Well, heâs an assassin for a reason.Â
âYou scared me back there, and last night,â You said, making Hyunjin turn to face you.Â
âIt is my job,â He said. âI do what I am asked to do. Donât tell me youâre thinking that Iâll kill you too?âÂ
âNo!â You answered immediately. âJust⊠just donât drag me again when you shoot someone. Even if you ask me to turn around, I donât want to be in the actual scene,âÂ
âI canât promise you that,â He said. âYou wonât survive alone unless you know how to use a gun to protect yourself,â And with that, he started to walk away leaving you sniffing on the verge of tears.Â
**
You stayed inside your room during the early days ever since you got here. Hyunjin only sees you during breakfast, lunch, and dinner and then you disappear. He often spends his time at the shooting rangeâstill practicing his skills (you could hear them) or sometimes you see him taking a stroll by the shore alone, from your bedroomâs window. It felt like living with a stranger. Which it is, to begin with. You donât talk a lot, no Hiâs and Hellos, Good mornings and Goodnights, just a single nod and silence.Â
How could you talk to him again when you dislike him? After all that happened and heâs being a bitch sometimes. You canât understand him either.Â
Hyunjin didnât even wonder why it felt like you were his prisoner who voluntarily locks themself inside when youâre allowed to walk around. Of course, he knew how you feel about him. One apology wouldnât heal your trauma.Â
It felt lonely for himâit felt different way back to how he was living with his brothers in Seoul. But he asked for a vacation and this is it, minus the fact that he has to watch over you and youâre not amused with the situation. No WiFi, just old movies being downloaded that are on repeat, no calls and messages, except for Hyunjin, and just a bunch of books being piled in your room, some are found in the main living room. Itâs like spending your summer at a summer camp where youâre supposed to reconnect with nature but the difference is, youâre always inside your room and living with a skilled assassin.Â
Your phone is useless, your laptop is useless, and you are helpless. Sleeping is not an option anymore. You are bored and you are fighting the urge to speak to someone. You canât even trust the staff working around here, how come you think about Hyunjin?
It was a Friday afternoon when you decided to drag yourself out of that prison and made your way toward the gateâheading to the shore. You were wearing a canary long-sleeved polo and beige shorts as you walked barefoot with a book in your hand. Unbeknownst to your presence, Hyunjin was walking at a distance. You sat on a small bench letting the gentle sunset warm up your skin and provide the bright rays to let you read. It is just a random book that caught your attention while walking around the house this morning.Â
You started to read while crossing your legs, letting the wind play with your hair as you flipped the pages. Words to words, sentences to paragraphs, chapters to chapters. Hyunjin saw you at that time and just walked past by. And the same scenario keeps on happening every other afternoon until one Wednesday afternoon, he finally sat down beside youâmaking you startled.Â
âIs that book entertaining?â He asked.Â
âBarely,â You sighed. âThereâs nothing much I can do around the house,âÂ
âFor you, but Iâm happy Iâm here,â He said. âA break that I need,âÂ
âGood for you,â You sighed again. âWhy are you talking to me?âÂ
âBecause Iâm bored?â He asked, being unsure.Â
âYou? Bored? Beats me,â You scoffed.Â
âI am,â Hyunjin answered, rolling his eyes. âYouâre bored, are you?â He asked.Â
âObviously,â You answered, closing the book. âI donât spend my free time that well without an internet connection,âÂ
âHad to cut it off so they wonât find you,â Hyunjin answered.Â
âI know,â You said, looking at the calm waves crashing on the shore. âThose men you shot the other day, what was their motive?âÂ
âThey work for the Jungs. The man at the party was a spy. They probably shared your profile with everyone so theyâd find you easily,â He started. âThey were brought here after it was revealed that theyâre the rats and came to the party with him,âÂ
âYou were showing off when you killed them by the way,â You said which made him chuckle in response. âAnd if I didnât know what you do, I would have sued you when I get out of here. You even called me Baby and kissed me. It made my heart leap. You shouldnât do that,âÂ
âOh, I did?â He smirked. âI just donât like my property being touched by anyone else,â It made you want to jump into the water. How could he say that just like that?
âIâm not your property,â You hissed. âI am my own person,âÂ
âBaby, as long as youâre here, you are labeled as mine,â He said without removing that fucking attractive smirk on his face before leaving you alone and walking back to the gate. âDonât stay out late, sweetheart,â He winked before he could even go in.Â
âWhat a jerk,â You said under your breathâbeing a blushing mess.Â
Dinner happened quietly as you sat across from each other. Only the steak knife, spoon, and fork were forced to make sounds along with the glasses being half-filled with wine. You tried to focus on your food and yet Hyunjinâs facial features made you take glances at him. It was hard not to look at himâremembering the fact that you find him attractive, that actually became the case. The crush thing wasnât that seriousâit only faded after it occurred.Â
Hyunjin pretended as if he didnât notice how you looked at him and when he caught you staring, youâd look away. He smiled to himself while munching his food while your head hung low.Â
âDo you want to watch a movie?â He asked, taking a sip of his wine.Â
âIâve seen them,â You answered, shoving a piece of steak in your mouth.Â
âAll of them?â He asked, being amused.Â
âThere are only a dozen,â You said. âI can watch 4-5 movies a day,âÂ
âI guess itâs true that youâre a home buddy,â He chuckled.Â
âI am,â You answered. âThereâs nothing for me to watch anymore,âÂ
âA night stroll?âÂ
âToo cold,âÂ
âRead a book?âÂ
âI just finished a trilogy, Iâm tired,âÂ
âSleep?âÂ
âHyunjin, I donât have anything to do the whole day, what makes you think that I wonât sleep if Iâm not reading?âÂ
Hyunjin eventually gave up.
âWhat do you want to do then?â He asked.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ You answered, making Hyunjin sigh.Â
âAlright, weâll figure out what else we can do,â Hyunjin said then it made you notice a sudden change of attitude.
âYou know what scares me more?â You asked.Â
âWhat?â
âI know you murder people as a job, and that scares me, but you being hospitable and nice, scares me more,â You said, leaning onto the table and making him laugh. Thatâs unexpected, heâs cute. His eyes disappear as his mouth opens to laugh. Heâs like a laughing weasel, but louder.Â
âIâm not a bad person, Y/n,â He said. âI donât do shits without a valid reason, I kill criminals. Not civilians. If Iâd been careless, I would die without a gun,â You didnât say anything after that, but you thanked him for dinner, and just like any other night, you went back to your room.Â
It started raining a few moments after you got inside your room. Itâs the first time you have ever experienced such a phenomenon and itâs scaring you too. It was unexpected to rain that night with thunder and lightningâthey were all visible from your window, knowing that you were facing the ocean. The curtains donât help to turn a blind eye out of it. You canât even sleep, not even a blink. It was also cold despite your navy blue long-sleeved pajamas.Â
Meanwhile, Hyunjin settled in his room, finishing the bottle of wine from dinner while scrolling through his phoneâthe data is only limited for him and does not let you know his connection to the outside world. Itâs better to be safe than sorry.Â
Emails kept on flooding his inbox, some came from his brothers and others were invitations to parties. Thereâs one of them where his presence is a must. But that doesnât take place in two weeks. Who knows what will happen before the party? He doesnât even know how to entertain you after all that happened during the past few days. And just like how you felt, you are strangers living under the same roof because of your family affairs.Â
Hyunjin sighed in defeat as he placed his phone along with his glass on the side table, preparing to sleepânot minding the roaring sounds from the sky when he heard a knock on his door. You are terrified of the storm and can barely sleep. Having the lights on doesnât help when the loud sounds of thunder make you flinch underneath the duvet. You donât usually feel like this when you are still living in the city but being placed into a new environment makes it hard to adjust. Especially when they sound like the shots being fired.Â
âCome in!â You heard Hyunjin say.Â
It was also a hard decision. No one in this house can be trusted and the maids and other staff were dismissed after 8 p.m. Heâs the only choice. You hesitated to go in, but you heard himâheâs probably waiting and not expecting you to be there. Either way, you opened the door with a pillow in one hand as you entered his room, feeling embarrassed and awkward.Â
âWhat do you want?â He asked as you hesitated to speak upâbiting your lower lip, Hyunjin saw the pillow in your left hand and landed his gaze on your face, waiting to say something. âWhat?â He asked.Â
âC-can I sleep with you?â You asked as you felt your cheeks burning. Hyunjin stares at you for a few seconds before the thought of it sinks in which makes him smirk. You realized he was wearing a black tank top and gray sweatpants. His collarbones were highly visible, hair disheveled for what reason? And that broad shoulders, damnâhis arms made you want to experience being head locked. âI canât sleep with the storm outside,â You added, trying not to be distracted.Â
âAre you checking me out?â He asked, making you shake your head violently.Â
âDeny it all you want. I can tell that youâre lying,â He said, cocking his head.Â
âOkay!â You exclaimed. âI was,â You sighed in defeat as Hyunjin scoffed.Â
âCome here baby,â He said, motioning his headâlifting his duvet for you to slide in.Â
âDonât call me baby!â You hissed at him.Â
âThen, I wonât let you sleep with me,â He said, crossing his arms on his chest.Â
âNo! Wait,â You said. âJust tonight though,âÂ
âJust lay down,â He ordered as you slipped in under his coversâhugging your pillow with your body facing him.Â
His bed smells like him. That strong intoxicating perfume he had at the party and the one he had the moment you arrived here. Itâs kind of soothing.Â
âDonât mind me and just go to sleep,â You said but thereâs no way that Hyunjinâs going to ignore you. âGood night,â You added, shutting your eyesâcovering your face lightly with the pillow.Â
âGood night,â Hyunjin said.Â
He wonât be able to sleep for a while.Â
**
Morning came as the gentle sunlight peeked through Hyunjinâs window. It woke you up as you were lying a meter beside the windowâfluttering your eyes open as you made a small stretch. The pillow you had last night was already lying on the floor and you found Hyunjinâs body facing you. Your hand landed on your chest, clutching it to stop your heart from racing. He looks innocent when he sleeps, like an angelâhalf of his face is buried in his soft pillow, like a dumpling being squished. A handsome and cute young man, with a great body, veiny arms, and a tattoo on his right arm. A wolfâs head?Â
The sunlight touched his skin which gave you a more detailed observation of his features. He looked so good up this close. You wondered if he ever dated anyone. Itâs probably hard and dangerous, knowing his career at that.Â
You sat up slowly trying not to wake him up. The sunlight was directed to his face which made you lift your hand a bit higher to cover him. Your eyes didnât leave him and continued to stare, not like a creep, but someone who is mesmerized by his ethereal beauty. His plump lips that you want to kissâshut up Y/n. You already got to taste his lips. Fuck. His long bangs resting on his cheek down to the bridge of his noseâyour fingers gently pushed the strands behind his ears. Hyunjin felt as if he was just pretending to be asleep.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â You said softly.Â
âI know, right?â He said in his morning voice. Fucking deep, and hoarse. âDonât lie when I ask you if youâre checking me out,âÂ
âIâm not,â You denied, cheeks burning from the sight and feeling. Hyunjin opened his eyes and sat up.Â
âI said, donât lie,â He answered.Â
âI said, Iâm not,â You denied again making him look at you and leaned closer, whispering something to your ear.
âYouâre a bad liar,â He said and walked straight to the bathroom leaving you dumbfounded and red. Meanwhile, he heard the door shut when he was about to take a shower. It made him smile to himself. Cute.Â
A few moments later, he found you eating alone at the dining table. A chicken sandwich and a glass of milkâit is a luxury. Hyunjin came in his white robe with his hair still soaked from the shower. It almost made you choke on your foodâbut okay.Â
âYouâre not going out today?â You asked him.Â
âGood morning, Y/n,â He said, walking past youâsettling down on the seat from the other side of the table.
âGood morning,â You replied with a mouth full of bread. âSo are you going out or not?â
âNot this morning,â He answered, taking a bite of his food. âWhy? Do you want me to leave?âÂ
âNo. Iâm lonely and youâre literally the only person I talk to,â You said, taking a sip of your milk.Â
âIâm taking the cabin cruiser this afternoon. Want to join me?â He asked.Â
âYou have a mini yacht?â You asked, amused at how rich this family is.Â
âOf course, Minho Hyung lent it to me,â He said as if it was nothing.Â
âCan I go? Pretty please? Iâve never been on one,â You asked again with puppy eyes and pouty lips. Hyunjin looked so done with the expression and made a side-eye. But he doesnât want to be bitch so there he goes.Â
âSure, you might die if I leave you,â He chuckled as you rolled your eyes in response.Â
**
The afternoon sunset is the most beautiful scene on this island. It is breathtaking that you never get tired of looking at it every day. You barely witness this kind of phenomenon knowing that you work like a dog during the weekdays and sleep on your days off. Itâs a waste of being alive not to enjoy the life of being an actual adult.Â
It is indeed a nice place to spend your summer with a book in hand while in the middle of the sea and going with Hyunjin could be one of the best times youâll ever have. You donât know the rest and youâre not expecting anything good after that. He already hopped inside the cabin cruiser as you were assisted by one of the bodyguards. He said it will only be you and him to the sea while they wait by the shore.Â
The wind got stronger when you settled inside as Hyunjin was driving it. Black high-waisted shorts and a white polo top, brown sandals, and sunglasses on the crown of your headâHyunjin thought you were cute but he didnât need to say that. You sat down at the back, admiring the view while feeling the summer breeze. It was a delicate warmth that touched your skin as it boosted your serotoninâalmost making you decide not to leave.Â
âAre you in for a swim?â Hyunjin asked.Â
âNo! I canât swim!â You answered.Â
âWhat a bummer!â He said.Â
âI know!âÂ
Not after a while, you felt the boat stop in the middle of the sea as Hyunjin made his way toward the deck.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, standing up from your seatâtaking your small bag (which holds your sunblock and an unfinished book).Â
âSwimming,â He said and started unbuttoning his blue-striped polo. You had to look away before attempting to climb on deck. âAre you sure you wonât join me?âÂ
âHyunjin, if I knew how to swim then I would,â You answered.Â
âSuit yourself,â He said before jumping into the water as you climbed upâtaking a seat on deck catching him rising above water while wiping his face. âThe water is so nice! Youâre missing out!âÂ
âIâm fine right here!â You defended, taking the book out from your bag and started to read, not minding how long heâd take to swim the entire ocean if he wanted to.Â
He caught you taking glances at him as he swam around the boat while you were trying to read. The wind kept blowing your hair away as the book flipped its pages on its own. Your head hangs low as you avoid any eye contact Hyunjin would randomly give each time he risesârunning his hands, brushing his hair upwards. Which is hot, especially with that bodyâthat washboard abs being molded by the heavensâdamn you Hwang Hyunjin. He never fails to make you blush.Â
You managed to read a chapter without getting distracted but were surprised when Hyunjin decided to get back up through the swim platform, heading to the deck. He was soaked and droplets of water from his clothes and hair were making you wet, including the pages of the book. You tsked at the sight of it as he picked up his shirt with a towel at hand before sitting down next to the empty spot beside you while drying his hair.Â
âYou smell like seaweed,â You said. âHad enough of the ocean?âÂ
âIt was just a quick swim,â He defended.Â
âI read an entire chapter so it was quite a while,â You shrugged. âThanks for asking me to join you by the way. I couldâve died in boredom back there,âÂ
âYouâre welcome,â He smiled for the first time which made your heart warm.Â
You didnât know what to say after that and just let him dry his hair, not minding how he kept sprinkling seawater on you. But some things were bothering you at that very momentâhis tattoo and the gang war that is currently happening. You havenât heard from his brothers for a week now and youâre worried. Maybe Hyunjin still have connections with them but at the same time, you donât have any contact with the outside world. You donât know whatâs going on as you sit there, watching the sunset.Â
Hyunjin didnât say a word too but he kept on making noises about how bad the seawater affected the smoothness of his hair. It became frizzy after all the salt it consumed. He hasnât changed his clothes either and is still topless. You shoved the book back into your bag, putting it away as you sighedâeyes wandering around the horizon. Such a beautiful view.Â
âCan I ask you something?â You started.Â
âHmm?â Hyunjin hummed in response.Â
âWhatâs going to happen to me after you get rid of the Jungs?â You asked, looking at him as he stopped drying his hair.Â
âThat would depend on you,â He answered. âWe kept you heir to continue the legacy and when everyoneâs gone, itâs either you give everything your parents left behind to us and forget about this, or be part of us.â He added as you sighed heavilyâlooking back at the horizon. âItâs a hard decision since we dropped a bomb on you but still, itâs in your hands,âÂ
âSeems like a big responsibility, Hyunjin,â You answered.Â
âYou have a lot of time to decide, Y/n. It doesnât matter how long,â Hyunjin smiled.Â
âI wish someone told me sooner,â You sighed. âWhat about that tattoo on your left arm,âÂ
âAh, this?â He chuckled, showing you a wolfâs head as if it was howlingâimprinted on his forearm. âItâs an emblem. All of my brothers have one. We identify as Wolves since we donât share the same surnames. Itâs Chan Hyungâs favorite animal,âÂ
âOh, so thatâs why those men you killed called you Wolves?â You asked as he nodded in response. âYou guys are cool,âÂ
âYou think so?â He chuckled.Â
âYeah, and the other clan is simply Jungs. Basic,â You shrugged. âDid your brothers tell anything that theyâre visiting?â
âNot yet, theyâre busy,â Hyunjin sighed. âSo it will be just you and me on this island for quite some time,âÂ
âThatâs fine. I just hope theyâre okay,â You smiled before standing up to get a closer look at the water. Hyunjin followed you, peeking down below where the anchor was. Then, an idea came into his mind where he playfully tried to push you off the railings making you squeal in shock, but his arms were wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. âHey! Thatâs not funny,â You scolded as he laughed in response.Â
âYour reaction was so cute,â He said making your cheeks heat up.Â
âWas it?â You chuckled in response. âI would kill you if I fell,âÂ
âYou wonât,â He said.Â
âOh yeah? Try me,â You smirked as Hyunjin let you go and started chasing you around, laughing at each other when you slipped because of the excess seawater he brought after swimming and fell.Â
âY/n! Fuck!â He hissed under his breath and dived in while you were trying to keep your head above water with your arms splashing and flapping around. Hyunjin caught you with one of his arms as the other one made the effort to take you to the swim platform at the back of the cabin cruiser. You were out of breath when Hyunjin took you out of the waterâcoughing in between. âShit, are you okay? Iâm sorry,â He said being worried as fuck. He didnât mean to.Â
âIâm fine,â You coughed, taking a seat as he sighed harshly.Â
âIâm sorry,â He said taking an extra towel to wrap around your wet body.Â
âItâs fine, Hyunjin, stop it,â You said, hugging yourself. âThanks,â Hyunjin sighed again and sat beside youâtaking all the strands of hair that were covering your face. You were watching him do it, not realizing you were staring at his lips and remembered how they felt when they were on yours. It was an intoxicating one. You gulped at the thought. He was also drying your hair, slowly twisting the water out of it when his eyes caught where you were looking at.Â
âY/n,â He called but you didnât budge. You were too focused on how his lips quiver when he is worried and how they move when he speaks. âY/n!âÂ
âIâm sorry, what?â You asked, coming back to him.Â
âDid the seawater clog your ears?â He chuckled. âYou were staring,âÂ
âIâm sorry,â You said as a smirk painted on his lips. You felt his hands on your cheeks as he looked into your eyes, slowly leaning closer which made you freeze on your spotâclosing your eyes just in case heâd kiss you. Your heart is racing again. What is happening to you? But instead of expecting a kiss, you heard him laugh instead, making you push him away.Â
âDonât tease me like that,â You sighed, not until he moved closer crashing his lips onto yours.Â
Your hand reached his jaw as your thumb started caressing his cheek while you felt his right arm pulling you closer to his body. The kiss was so hot and intimate that you forgot about falling from the cabin cruiser and as Hyunjin deepened the kiss with your lips molding together, and your arms were already around his neck. Your bodies were pressed togetherâhis plump lips were soft and warm, just like the first time but without the alcohol leaving an aftertaste. Your lips parted slowly allowing his tongue to slip in as your noses brushed against each other while tilting your head to the sides. Your heart never stopped racing.Â
Hyunjin felt weird. It wasnât like this during the first time. That kiss was sudden and no lingering feelings unlike what you have right now. Maybe it was how you opened up to him slowly the puppy eyes you showed this morning, or the fact that he once kissed you and that he couldnât take you out of his mind even though he shouldnât be feeling any emotions after that. He finds you attractive, thatâs a plusâor was it the way you hugged him when you got sacred or the fact that you buried your face against his chest and hugged him while you were sleeping which you are not aware of? Or maybe that time when he woke up first and stared at you this morning and the other day when you slept in his room during the first night. It can be the way you looked at the party or how stupid you were when you got drunk, blabbering nonsense inside his car. Heâs confused.Â
He felt his heart racing too as you hugged him tightly, not knowing how many seconds that have passed when your lips were against each other. It was filled with astonishment for the both of you but it felt more than that, not until you pulled away for some airâleaving you all red and hot. Hyunjin was left hanging as he looked away. He thought it was a good move the second time.Â
âI-Iâm gonna go and change,â You said and was about to stand up when Hyunjin grabbed your wrist.
âYou didnât bring any clothes,â You heard him say. Stupid!
âRight,â You said, looking at his large hand, wrapped around your wrist. âCan you let go now? Dry yourself,âÂ
âI hope that kiss wonât change anything,â He said as you stood there.Â
âI will,â You said.Â
âWhat?â He asked, looking up at you.Â
âMy feelings,â You answered as Hyunjin finally stood up. âYou did it the second time without warning,âÂ
âAnd thatâs a problem?â He asked. Bitch.Â
âThe first one was,â You argued. âI meanâŠâÂ
âYou mean what, do you like me?â He asked, grabbing your shoulders for you to look at him.Â
âYou need to try harder,â You said, locking eyes with him.Â
âSo am I allowed to kiss you even without permission?â He asked again, brushing some strands of your hair behind your ear.Â
âYou did them anyway,â You answered. âBut Iâm still not sure about how I feel about you. Iâm still scared, Hyunjin,âÂ
âY/n, you can trust me,â He argued.Â
âI know that!â You sighed. âBut letâs take a raincheck, shall we?âÂ
âI can wait,â He said, letting you go, and left for the wheel to take you two back to the island.
The awkward atmosphere came back as you two became distant again. It feels the same during the first days you lived together but with the knowledge that you two are interested yet unsure about each otherâs feelings. Hyunjin came back to his usual routine by being in shooting range while you stayed by the shore every afternoon to read. No words were exchanged, just glances and awkward dinners. Yet, it wasnât long enough that another storm came that one night. This time, more terrifying. The trauma that the brothers have left you didnât go away even if Hyunjin was able to get inside your walls and be friends with you (with a kiss as a tip).Â
You found yourself outside his room again, knocking on his door with a pillow in hand. Hyunjin didnât even expect a lot of you to come here after what happened yet it seemed like the storm was getting inside your head. You couldnât sleepâyou couldnât sleep properly ever since what happened at the cabin cruiser. Itâs hard to go to sleep when your heart is racing, your cheeks burning, and having an unsure situationship with Hwang Hyunjin.Â
He became vulnerable ever since he saw you that evening and it became worse when you slept with him, much worse when you kissed, and now this.Â
He was wearing a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up onto his shoulders showing his muscular arms and black shorts. His black hair was messy and his eyes were tired from not being able to sleep during the past nights. Same reason though, but with more feelings. He forgot about himself being an assassin but a lover boy.Â
âCanât sleep?â He asked as he stared at you, wearing that white long dress and barefooted.Â
âYes,â You said softly, closing the door behind you.Â
âLay down,â He answered, cocking his head to the empty spot beside him.Â
You walked slowly as you reached his bed, lifting the thick duvetâslipping inside, and laid down beside him. Hyunjin just watched you move as he stayed still on his spotâsitting on his side of the bed. The wind is cold as it enters through his window being left ajar. His room was dim and only the two lamps from each side of the bed were the ones switched on. Still, you could see his handsome features which you thought were perfectly molded by the gods. A son of Aphrodite with a great body, almost like Poseidon. His eyes fixated on you as you were looking back at him.Â
Nobody said a wordâhe wanted to, but nothing came out of his mouth. He became different. So different from the first time you met. He was a man who curses a lot and was hot-tempered, now heâs quiet and distant. This island is supposed to bring you two closer, thatâs what you thought after being stuck here with him. But the thing is, the brothers brought you here to protect youânot seducing Hyunjin.
You werenât used to it and that fucking kisses you shared were specialâyou thought about it a lot. It was immaculate, one of a kind. Heâs a good kisser to be exact. It was out of the plan that you two should fall in love. But after days of having to deal with each otherâs presence, apparently, you two grew closer. You just donât know how to continue this relationship by ignoring the changes in the atmosphere.Â
âHave you dated anyone?â You asked. That was a stupid question. Really? Thatâs the first thing youâre going to ask him?Â
âHmm, maybe when I was in college but it didnât work out,â He said. âNothing worked out, itâs too crucial for my job,âÂ
âSo youâve been doing this since then?âÂ
âSince I turned 20,â He said. âNot really long ago. Why do you ask?âÂ
âNothing, just curious,â You answered as he laid down, covering his body with the duvetâfacing you. âWere you sad?âÂ
âNo,â He said, not breaking eye contact. âThereâs a lot of fish in the sea and Iâm waiting for you,â He added, reaching out his hand to caress your hair.Â
âI gave it a thought,â You said softly while watching him. âI like you is an understatement. Everything happened so fast and Iâm not sure if Iâm being valid or not. You fall in love with strangers even without knowing their names, you hook up with someone you just met because you have a lot of feelings, and youâre reckless with someone you donât know so why does it feel like youâre in a rush within two weeks of getting to know each other after you kissed?â Then Hyunjin stopped as a smile formed on his face.Â
âDo you want it that way?â He asked. âRushed?â You shake your head in response.Â
âI want to date you, so bad,â You told him. âIâve been lonely for a very long time and spending time with you made it bearable. Iâm not used to having someone around and Iâm not sure how to handle these feelings. I donât care if you kill people for a job, you make me feel important even if itâs part of your job too,â You added as he watched your lips quiver as if you were confessing under the influence of alcohol. âIâm a newbie in everything, I donât know how to have fun. I hope you donât find me weird, I am stupid I know that but Iâm thankful that you managed to put up with my shit the first time we met. I used to think youâre a jerk but you ended up being a different person to me and yet youâre still that Hyunjin I had a crush on that night of the party,â Then, his smile grew bigger as he started feeling giddy about it. He leaned closer to kiss your forehead which lasted for a few seconds as he pulled you closer to his bodyâhugging you tight.Â
âLetâs not rush, baby,â He said as you buried your face on his neck. âBut things will work out for us, I promise,â He added, kissing your temple.Â
âYou wonât let yourself be in danger because of me, right?â You asked, looking up at him.Â
âIâm here to protect you, okay? Nothing will happen as long as Iâm with you,â He reassured which made you a bit emotional.Â
Getting attached to him in a short period is between a mistake and a good choice. Letting your guard down was easy but having to think about the consequences of this situation, you will either cry or suffer. No positive outcomes.Â
âJust⊠donât die,â You said, making him laugh in response.Â
âI wonât,â He said as he gave you a peck on the lips. âI will kill them first,â It tugged a smile on your face.Â
Who knew that someone you once thought a jerk and a murderer became dear and precious to your heart?Â
**Â
Ever since that night, you and Hyunjin grew closer than ever. Youâd take a stroll by the shore before sunset and throw stonesâthe person who gets to throw the shortest distance gets to be flicked on the forehead. He would hold your handâinterlocking your fingers together as you swing them back and forth while taking a stroll by the shore on a sunny afternoon. Kicking sand, building sandcastles, or just talking with wine and whiskey for a picnic as you watch the sunset together.Â
Sometimes heâd join you reading under the shade of a large tree in the garden where he lays his head on your lap as you read. There were also times when he would trash his space a meter away just to paint you while you were readingâor if you two got bored, heâd invite you to the shooting range trying to teach you how to use a pistol.Â
âFocus on the target!â Heâd say as you were standing meters away from the shooting target. âIf you manage to shoot the red spot over there, then youâre almost like me,âÂ
It was funâdangerous even. You were unsure about the idea but Hyunjin was persistent to teach you. He offered earmuffs and ballistic glasses for you to use. Your hands were shaking as the bullets hit the spots far from the red spot heâs been talking about.Â
âNot that, Y/n,â He sighed. Hyunjin already taught you how to disassemble and assemble the pistol, and also elaborated on the parts, how many bullets to fit in, and how to reload. Now youâre here as he stood behind youâarms aligned with yours as he held your hands to take them into the right position. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he instructed you what to do and you tried not to get distracted by it. âFocus, love,âÂ
âI will if youâre not breathing on my neck,â You said.Â
âYouâll get more than me just breathing on your neck when you do a good job,â He answered. âNow look at the target and shoot,â Then suddenly, continuous sounds of shots being fired were heard through the island. Even the birds flew away from the trees in disruption. His lessons lasted for days until you were able to shoot the red spot in the middle. A kiss would do as a reward.Â
Youâve spent your days without the thought of what was actually going on. You forgot why you were sent here and being with Hyunjin felt like youâre finally having a life out of work. You didnât mind watching the movies being piled on the coffee table all over again as the two of you would cuddle on the couch, laughing and crying from the same plot. Iâd take you until 4 am and fall asleep in each otherâs arms. He didnât mind them at allâin fact, he enjoys his time being with youâwhich he is, in the first place.Â
Kisses were given at random times.Â
A peck on the lips when you wake up and before going to sleepâyou two sleep together in his room now. Heâd kiss your forehead when you fall asleep while watching a movie as he caresses your hairâstaring at you as if youâre the most precious treasure in his life. Long kisses when you sit on his lap while you are talking about how your life was crazy as heâd stare at your lips moving nonstopâa hand on your waist as he tackled you down, hovering above you as he presses his lips onto yours, feeling his hot breath and tasting the recent drink he had. Bodies pressed together with your hand around his napeâhis tongue pressed on your slightly parted lips leaving ticklish licks making you giggle in between, hearts racing and adrenaline rush.Â
It came naturally.Â
âLetâs not rush,â Thatâs what he said. It was crystal clear but you are acting like a couple during the early phase of a relationship. But that didnât matter to you anymore. It felt rushed, thatâs the point but who cares? After letting your guard down, itâs hard to stand up again. Hyunjin got you wrapped up around his fingers. One small argument would lead to a kiss and make-up afterward. Thatâs one idea of how you easily give up.Â
âLove,â He called as you both lay on his bed on a Thursday night.Â
âHmm?â You hummed in response as your head placed on his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat while his arms wrapped around your back.Â
âI got invited to a party,â He answeredâkissing the crown of your head.Â
âYouâre leaving?â You asked, lifting your head to look at him.Â
âYes but youâre coming with me,â He said, leaving a peck on your lips. âYou know I canât leave you here alone. Weâre going home to the mansion,âÂ
âWhen are we leaving?âÂ
âTomorrow morning,â He said.Â
âThatâs so soon,â You answered. âAre we coming back here?âÂ
âDepends,â He chuckled. âWe can spend the night in your apartment after the party. Iâll make sure no one will know,â He added, kissing the tip of your nose.Â
âOkay,â You said, giving him a peck on the lips. A small smile formed on his lips as he locked eyes with you with his fingers tracing your bottom lip in an attempt for a kiss.Â
Your faces lean closer as your lips meetâfeeling your noses brushed against each other. Hearts racing once again and blood rushes through your veins. Hyunjin made you lay down flat on your back, meeting his soft mattress covered in beige-colored bed sheets fresh from the laundry. Your heads tilted on different sides as he hovered above you once again, with a hand on your cheekâdeepening the kiss. His lips tangled with yours, feeling each otherâs hot breaths sending electric shocks all over your body. His kiss felt different from the other ones youâve had. It seemed hungry and desperate.Â
Your eyes closed, bodies pressing together then a soft sound was heard from you when you felt his lips on your neck, leaving wet kisses and biting your skin gently.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked as his kisses traveled down to your collarbones yet you could not still make eye contact with him.Â
âShh,â You heard him say before his lips met yours again to shut you up. You felt his fingers slip inside your shirt, tracing your bare skinâslipping them inside your heart-printed pajamas to your black laced panties while never leaving your lips alone. It sent butterflies in your stomach and it became worse when you felt his fingers rubbing against your wetness. âI didnât do anything that much yet and youâre already this wet?âÂ
It was awkward, you that but how can you blame yourself?Â
Hyunjin pulled away as he yanked off his tank top, revealing his physiqueâgiving you a closer look. His legs were parted as your hips lay between them. You could feel your cheeks burning at the sight which he finds cute. His lips met yours again, slowly lifting your shirt which you willingly let him. You started breathing faster against his lips when he started removing your pajamas, only leaving you with the black undergarments.Â
He started sucking and biting your lips as he went back on tracing his fingers from your chest, traveling down inside your panties, feeling your wetness. You let out a soft sound as a reaction to his touch. His long fingers touching your slit are already leaving your mind blank. You are confused and donât know what to feel. Youâve read about this a lot but never get the chance on having to apply it to yourself. His lips never left yours as you let him take your panties off, not a long moment after because he was annoyed with the feeling of the fabricâlimiting his actions.Â
He parted your legs as you exhaled when you felt his kisses travel on your inner thighsâit drove you crazy when his tongue reached your wet pussy licking and kissing it emphatically. Arching your back as a response, the sounds you make are like music to his ears. It felt so good and hot at the same time. His eyes were watching your reactions as your mouth gapped when started eating you out. Your hands traced his bedsheets, crumpling them for you to hold on tightly.
âGod, youâre so wet,â He said as his fingers were dugged into your bare skin, leaving nail marksâslowly pushing his tongue inside.Â
âOh!â You breathed out, feeling his tongue inside your wallsâyour heart was pounding above rate as he never stopped pushing in and out. He felt your hand grabbing his hair making him go deeper with his tongue. It was a weird feeling as your toes curled at the sensation and you loved it. Hyunjin noticed youâre taking it well and he didnât stop sooner.Â
One of his hands slipped inside your bra, squeezing your breast against the thick fabric. It fits his hand well. His lips kissed your dripping cunt as he went up to your stomach until he reached your neck, biting down lightlyâsucking it, trying to find your sweet spot. You felt his hands on your back, unhooking your bra and getting rid of it on the floor. He was amused with your body, it was perfect. It fits perfectly for him.Â
âYou donât just have a pretty face, but this body too,â He said in between his kisses on your neck, leaving marks as he heard you moan. His growing bulge is pressing against your hips through his sweatpants. You were panting heavily when he found your sweet spot, causing you to curse him which let out a soft chuckle before taking your lips again. Your nipples hardened when his fingers accidentally brushed them after unhooking your braâyou whimpered softly when he pinched them, slowly pulling your sensitive buds just to tease you out of it.Â
âFuck,â You hissed under your breath.Â
He couldnât take it anymore. His dick is throbbing inside his pants, upon seeing you fully naked. Hyunjin pulled away as he shoved his sweatpants down on his knees and pulled your hips closer to his. Your face turned red upon seeing his hardened dick up closeâyou licked your lips biting it before seeing the smirk being plastered on his face.Â
âDo you want me to continue?â He asked.Â
âPlease,â You pleaded.
Feeling the adrenaline rush, Hyunjin rubbed his cock against your cuntâfeeling the friction. Your back met his soft mattress again as he slowly slipped his length inside you, hissing when he realized he was the first one to touch you.Â
âFuck,â It hurts, now he knows what to do. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he started to thrust himself inside out as gently as he could yet it caused your eyes to roll backâmaking sinful sounds. You gasped at the feeling as you were breathing faster. He brought his lips to your nipples as his tongue swirled around the buds before sucking them making you moan in response. âOh, God,âÂ
He suddenly moved a bit faster which made you go insane. The continuous lustful sounds you make urge him to change his pace. Your legs spread wide indulging the pain and pleasure between them as tears started forming in your eyesânails dugged into his bare back making red marks visible. Hyunjin growled in response as he went faster making you cry. His lips met yours again, devouring them like no other man could.Â
Hyunjin sweats easily, making his bangs soaked from all the movements he did. His lips became hotter and plump than before. Itâs intoxicating as you could taste your wetness in his mouth with your tongues tangled. He had to turn you around as you were on your knees with your face buried in the pillowsâscreaming his name feeling high when he started fucking you from behind. Hands tied on your back as your skin slapped against each other. One hand around your neck as the other one locks your wrists together. You are being railed for the first time.Â
The bed was creaking and he never stopped. He loves it as you were taking his cock so well that it drives him crazy. Your screams were all over the place as you moaned his name repeatedly cursing along with it. But not long after, he started to feel his orgasm coming so close that he had to pull himself outâstroking himself before spilling them out on your back. You lay on your back again realizing his sheets were already wet. It sent butterflies in his stomach seeing you fucked up as you pant in exhaustion.Â
âAre you good?â He asked, planting a soft kiss on your lips as you nodded in response.Â
âJust tired,â You smiled.Â
âDid it hurt?â He asked again, making you red as a cherry.Â
âIt did,â You sighed. âDid you do this before?âÂ
âMaybe,â Hyunjin chuckled. âLetâs get you cleaned up, okay?â He said, kissing your forehead before lifting you as he made his way to the bathroom.Â
**
âLove?â It was Hyunjinâs voice that woke you up after a deep slumber. The fact that you got tired from what happened last night made you fall asleep in his arms quickly. Sadly, you didnât want to get up and stay in bed the whole day but for sure heâs going to drag you out any time now.Â
âHmm?â You hummed in responseâfluttering your eyes open.Â
âGet dressed, weâre leaving in an hour,â He said softly as he caressed your cheek. His body was blocking the sunlight that entered through the window as he sat down on your side of the bed. It was a sweet good morningâthe way you kissed his palm for a response while closing your eyes, Hyunjinâs heart fluttered inside. âIâll have your breakfast ready, okay?â He added, kissing your forehead.Â
âOkay,â You smiled.Â
âOkay,â He answeredâleaving the room, and closing the door behind him.Â
You let out a heavy sigh and got up to do your morning routine then it led you to some thoughts. Doing things like what couples usually do and yet Hyunjin and you didnât put any labels until now. You love him, thatâs a fact. This is probably because of the things he doesâmaybe his job or whatever. It is hard to commit and he thought that maybe having a blooming relationship without any labels yet, could be considered as a reassurance that he will pursue you.Â
Like what you said, like is an understatement. It doesnât sort everything in place. Like is not enough and flings are just trash.Â
You found yourself again at the mansion. Felix welcomed you with a tight hug and Seungmin plastered a smile on his face while wearing those glasses on the bridge of his nose which you didnât notice before. Chan was waiting in his office and Hyunjin left you there with them. Felix had a lot to talk about when he brought you to the main living room. There were no changes for almost 3 weeks that you were gone. The same Seoul City where you grew up but the life you once had disappeared in the blink of an eye.Â
Hyunjin sat in front of Chanâs desk as Seungmin placed a pile of papers in front of him. Minho on the other hand placed a small envelope on the top of it. Those were signsâsigns that he had to go on a mission again and the party that he was invited to is one. They were discussing something important inside as Felix tried to entertain you. It feels good to have him around, you missed him too even if you just talked for less than 24 hours when you left. You also wondered why they didnât come to visit you on the island.Â
âSo, how did your break go?â He asked. It wasnât a break, for sure. It was called hiding and falling in love with his brother.Â
âIt was fine. I got a little bored but Hyunjin and I got along,â You answered.Â
âIâm happy to know!â He beamed. âAh, thereâs a party tomorrow night. Hyunjin is invited,âÂ
âHe mentioned it,â You answered.Â
âIt will be an ambush for sure,â Felix said. âThatâs why weâre going too, unidentified,âÂ
âFelix,â You called. âMy parents didnât do something illegal when they were alive, right?âÂ
âAs far as I know, they knew about the money laundering and corruption circling the city. Even illegal businesses such as human trafficking, exploiting endangered animals, and sponsoring people who use illegal substances. There are big names involved so they were tracking them down, unfortunately, your relatives support these crimes and turned their backs on the organization. They also knew about property ownership and businesses your parents ran to help big companies provide jobs, sponsor childrenâs education, and donate to schools and other institutions. But you know how this economy works right? There are big names on the list who put the money in their pockets and invest them in the black market,â He explained. âThe Jungs wanted to take our properties away so they can make more money out of it and theyâre planning to flee the country once youâre dead and take the money with them. Then these businesses and land ownership will be handed down to their right hands and just wait for a large sum of money to be delivered to their bank accounts,âÂ
âThatâs worse, huh,â You sighed in defeat.Â
âYou have so much to learn once we get rid of them. You will inherit everything,â He said.Â
âThatâs a big responsibility, Felix,âÂ
âI know,â Felix answered. âBut weâre here to help. Seungmin can make them yours one order away, heâs going to be your lawyer once everything is done, and Minho Hyung, your adviser. Thatâs what we do in this family,âÂ
Thatâs what we do in this family.Â
Thatâs all the reassurance you need. Maybe Hyunjin, taking you here the night of the party isnât bad after all.Â
Meanwhile, at Chanâs office, the rest of the brothers have gathered.Â
âThere will be an ambush waiting for you,â Minho said as he sat down on the empty chair beside Hyunjin.Â
âFelix got the list of names for the party the other day,â Chan added. âThose documents have their profiles along with the list,âÂ
âAnd the Jungs will be there?â Hyunjin asked.Â
âWe are expecting them,â Seungmin said.Â
âNow, what do we do for this type of occasion, Jeongin?â Chan asked the youngest.
âMs. Jungâs uncle will be there and the rest of his family. He got a few men to join him at the party. Some will be undercover so the rest of us will come unidentified,â Jeongin answered. âMs. Jung will be our bait, so you need to bring her as your plus one,âÂ
âGood, and?â Chan asked.Â
âWeâre going to wait if Mr. Jung will take the bait. He will recognize his niece for sure. You just need to be alert, Hyunjin hyung,â Jeongin said. âChangbin hyung got the blueprint of the venue for the event, there will be surveillance cameras everywhere, however, there are a few blind spots so we can enter the venue without getting caught. We just need to blend in, afterward,âÂ
âThe party is tomorrow night so we still have time to prepare,â Changbin said. âOur target is Mr. Jung,âÂ
âWhat about his men, the wife, and the kids?â Hyunjin asked, rubbing his chin.Â
âTerminate them all, the wife and kids will be sent to another country, and they will be banned from entering Korea,â Han added. âSeungmin already prepared the documents to file a case against them,âÂ
âOkay,â Hyunjin exhaled.Â
âSeungmin, tell Felix to bring Y/n here,âÂ
âYes Sir,âÂ
The night fell as you were studying the documents Seungmin gave you inside Hyunjinâs room. Felix and he were there to explain everything and help you identify whoâs who, their crimes, their work, who they work for, and what type of business they run underground. It was A LOT and itâs dizzying.Â
Itâs okay, you graduated top of your class and with flying colors, this is nothing more than your thesis and practicals.Â
Hyunjin was nowhere to be found at that moment and you were just listening to Seungmin and Felix talk. It distracted you for hours until they left, late at night. Hyunjin suddenly appeared before midnight. He entered the room with a large box and a translucent garment bag with his black suit in it.Â
âWhere have you been?â You asked, standing up from the bedâapproaching him.Â
âShopping,â He said, throwing his suit on his bed as he handed the large box to you.Â
âYou didnât invite me,â You pout, making him leave a peck on your lips.Â
âChan said you were busy,â He smiled. âThatâs for you, open it,âÂ
âReally?â It was a silver mermaid floral spaghetti strap long dress. Your mouth gaps upon seeing it as it looks more expensive than the dress you wore at the first party. It was silky as it shone when the light touched the fabric. âItâs so pretty,âÂ
âAh, I know, I have the best eyes,â He said proudly. âI knew you would like it,âÂ
âI do!â You exclaimed. âHow did you know my size?âÂ
âI read your profile, remember? I didnât forget,â He answered as you kissed him.Â
âThank you,â You said as he stood there frozen on his spot making him a blushing mess.Â
âYouâre welcome,â He was flustered, yes and you find it cute because he is.Â
Fast forward an hour before the party, the brothers waited for you to come down by the main living room. They were all wearing suits, all black as usual and you were nervous about how they would react when they saw you like this. Surprisingly, you did well in taking care of your hair and make-up. Itâs always been like this so you study them yourself. Hyunjin was excited and the rest were anticipatingâtaking a deep breath, you reached the top of the stairs, slowly walking down on each step because of those damn heels.Â
Han was the first one to notice you and stood up making everyone do the same. Chan thought it wasnât bad, Changbin and Minho thought you were good while Jeongin was surprisingly stunned by your beauty. Hyunjin was about to go crazy leaving Seungmin and Felix noticed something, most especially Felix, heâs an intel for a reason and Seungmin can sense a special connection.Â
âYou look beautiful, Y/n,â Han said.Â
âThank you,â You smiled at him, feeling flustered as Hyunjin took your hand, kissing the back of it.Â
âCharming as always,â He said.Â
âSave you flirting on a later date Hwang,â Seungmin scolded.Â
âYeah, also, try to keep it inside your pants for the whole evening,â Felix laughed, making Hyunjin glare at them.Â
âWhat the fuck?â He hissed.Â
âWe know something happened on that island but we wonât ask,â Seungmin shrugged as your lips formed into a thin line out of embarrassment. How did these guys know? Ah, yes, the guards.Â
âLetâs go,â Chan said out of nowhere as they all obliged to take their way out. âHyunjin, you know what to do,âÂ
âYes, Sir,â Hyunjin bowed as he assisted you to his car.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked, taking a seat as he locked your seatbelt.Â
âNothing, just enjoy the partyâalright?â He smiled, leaving a peck on your lips as he started driving. âYouâre aware that your uncle would be there right?âÂ
âYes,â You answered.Â
âWhatever happens, I want you to leave immediately. Jeongin will take you somewhere safe but as long as the party goes on, stick with me the whole time unless I tell you otherwise, alright?â He instructed as you nodded in response. âGood,âÂ
You and Hyunjin entered the venue while Chan and the rest of the Wolves parked a block away. It was to avoid being noticed by the Jungs as they used a secret passageway. The blueprint Felix had was helpful enough to find blindspots around the area, guns being loadedâhidden behind their blazer as they patiently waited to be used.Â
Minho was right, there was an ambush waiting for Hyunjin and your uncle saw you with him unbeknownst about the bait. His eyes were checking the place discreetly as the other Wolves scattered around the areaâexchanging voice messages to their earpiece and mics. Felix walked past behind your uncle upstairs as he was on standby looking at his precious niece and Hyunjin.Â
âTarget locked, heâs by the railings watching Hyunjin and Y/n,â Felix whispered to his mic.Â
âCopy that,â Jeongin answered as he was standing by the counter. âTwo men are here, they have tattoos with Jungâs emblem, Snakes,âÂ
âI got four men here by the pool,â Changbin answered.Â
âStay close,â Chan said, walking on a blind spot, cocking his pistol secretly as he observed Mr. Jungâs wife and two kids.Â
âHyung, I think weâre outnumbered,â Han said, walking by a group of guards who were obviously from the rival gang.Â
âFuck,â Minho hissed from the other side.Â
âHyunjin stay alert,â Seungmin said, taking a glass of whiskey beside Jeongin.Â
âCopy,â Hyunjin answered, before turning into you. âDo you want to drink, Love?âÂ
âNo,â You said, immediately refusing. âRemember the first time we met? I vomited in your car and it smells so bad,â You added, making Hyunjin chuckle in response.Â
âOkay, okay,â He said. âIâll get something for me on the counter, alright,â He added before leaning closer to whisper something. âYou know what to do,â You just hummed in response as Hyunjin left you in the middle of the dance floor, Mr. Jung signaled one of his men to come closer and whispered something before going downstairs.Â
Felix stood behind them and heard the conversation, immediately sending a distress message to everyone.Â
âIncoming to Ms. Jung,â Felix said. âHeâs approaching the bait,âÂ
âJeongin, stand close to Y/n,â Hyunjin said, cocking his head at the youngest as Jeongin immediately left.Â
The moon is shining bright in the sky along with the luminous stars twinkling like sparkles. You stood in the middle of the dancefloor aware of Jeonginâs presence. The party is like a ball where the people who were invited are filthy richâHyunjin was invited because he donates money to fashion institutions and charity events. The host used to be a family friend but Hyunjin only came here for the sake of Mr. Jungâs undeserving life.Â
The ball is glamorous indeedâit is the theme of the party, and the lights are dim as they rely on the moonlight and lanterns surrounding the dancefloor. It was packed. Most of these people are unknown to you and the only target you should focus on is your uncle. But then, he was out of sight.Â
âAh, cousin!â A strangerâs voice was heard as he came in your direction. You tilt your head upon seeing the person who became familiar after reading about the family members of the Jungs.Â
Wooyoung.Â
âIâm sorry, do I know you?â You asked.Â
âFelix, I thought Mr. Jung was going to take the bait! Not his son!â Han half-yelled to his mic.Â
âIâm following him as we speak, heâs going to the basement,â Felix whispered in an attempt to follow the target without being noticed. âSend me Changbin hyung,âÂ
That came unexpectedlyâWooyoung has a big smile on his face right now while clapping his hands in amusement with two bodyguards behind him. Jeongin was alerted.Â
âHyunjin hyung, Wooyoung is here,â He said.Â
âFuck,â Hyunjin hissed, leaving his whiskey unattended by the counter leaving Jisung on the lookout. âTell Y/n to go,âÂ
Changbin left his spot and went to follow Felix. The old man is becoming more suspicious.Â
âYou think itâs a trap?â Seungmin said from the other line.Â
âThey donât know Y/nâs coming,â Chan answered. âTell her to leave! Jeongin, take her away, and Hyunjin stall Wooyoung for a bit,âÂ
âNoona, we have to go,â You heard Jeongin say, which caught Wooyoung's attention.Â
âOh, youâre with one of the Wolves? I thought the only Wolf invited was Hyunjin,â He asked, being curious when he read all the names invited for the party.Â
âNoona we really need to go,â Jeongin said again. It wasnât even 10 minutes ever since you arrived and now youâre being asked to leave.Â
âMaybe some other time,â You told Wooyoung as you were about to leave with Jeongin but he was persistent.Â
âHey, we have a lot to catch up on,â He said but only it would take a second to steal one of Jeonginâs guns from his belt, cocking it before turning around to point it at Wooyoungâs forehead. His bodyguards immediately took their weapons pointing at you, making Jeongin raise his hands in surrender. Wooyoung wasnât amused but it was unexpected.Â
âLeave her alone,â Hyunjin suddenly came out of nowhere pointing his pistol at Wooyoung from behind.Â
âHey, hey put those guns down! I just want to talk,â He said.Â
âWhereâs your father?â You asked, still not moving from your spot. Jeongin couldnât do anything but stand still, whispering something on his mic.Â
Meanwhile, Felix and Changbin were following Mr. Jungâit was out of plan that heâd be down here when he was supposed to take the bait. Not Wooyoung. Chan, Minho, and Seungmin came to join the party while Han started to look for Felix and Changbin discreetly.Â
âI donât know, probably somewhere,â He said with a cocky smile plastered on his face as he is currently surrounded. âYou brought her here, so hand her over then nobody gets hurt,âÂ
âBitch,â You murmuredâraising your right hand as a loud gunshot was heard.Â
âNoona we need to go!â You heard what Jeongin said. Everyone panicked and ran outside leaving you and the Wolves along with your so-called relatives. Chan and Minho shot his bodyguards as Hyunjin was about to take Wooyoung hostage, he suddenly took his gun out pointing it at him. Everything happened so fast that you didnât realize Jeongin was already leading you outside the venue.Â
âWait, Hyunjin!â You saidâletting go of Jeonginâs grip before you could even get out and go back inside.Â
âNo! Noona come back!â You heard Jeongin call but ignored him.Â
You were welcomed by gunshots being exchanged as you hid under a tableâyou realized you still had Jeonginâs gun with you, checking how many bullets were left. This will be enough. Wooyoung already ran away as Chan, Minho, and Seungmin were left on the dancefloor, reloading their guns as they hid behind the bar counter. I need to find Hyunjin.Â
âFuck,â Jeongin cursed under his breath as he took the other way back to the venue. You looked around trying to find a blind spot so no one would notice you coming throughâby taking off your heels, you hurriedly transferred to the table next to where you were hiding. Chan fired a shot and noticed you behind the guards.Â
âSeungmin cover me,â Chan ordered as Seungmin fired with Minho. He managed to shoot one down as Chan fled the counterbar by hiding behind the columns.Â
Chan followed you until you reached the stairs that led to the basement. You ran downstairs barefooted as you saw a glimpse of Hyunjin running to a hallwayâprobably chasing Wooyoung. Unfortunately, it was a trap and Felix, Han, and Changbin were held hostage by Mr. Jung who tied them into a room, guns pointed at their heads by the rest of his bodyguards. Hyunjin was also led to the trap. They were outnumbered.Â
You couldnât get inside and peeked through behind a large vase with huge leaves. Chan was able to grab your armâpulling you towards a blind spot.Â
âWhat are you doing? You were instructed to leave with Jeongin?â He asked, having his grip around your arm tightened as it was hurting. The way he stares could kill you as they were ice cold yet, burning of anger.Â
âI canât leave Hyunjin alone,â You reasoned out when someone from behind hit the back of Chanâs neck, causing him to pass out, making you scream in terror when they grabbed you to the room with him. âLet me go!â You yelled at the man but he doesnât give a fuck and even if you tried to let go of his gripâhe was too strong to pull you back again.Â
Your voice was heard throughout the basement until you reached the room. You saw the Wolves kneelingâhands tied behind their backs as you stood there in front of them. They were surrounded and a man was holding your arm, preventing you from escaping. Chan was unconscious. Felix got a bruise on his forehead and a busted lip. Han and Changbin were also beaten up, and Hyunjin had a gun directed to his temple by Wooyoung as he licked his inner cheek in annoyanceâblood dripping from his forehead, a cut at the side of his brow, a busted lip. What the fuck did they do?Â
âWhere are the rest of the Wolves?â Mr. Jung asked.Â
âI donât know,â You answered firmly. You could see your uncle having that smile plastered on his face while sitting down with a glass of wine in one hand. Fucker.
The only ones missing were Seungmin, Minho, and Jeongin.Â
âFind them!â Mr. Jung ordered.Â
His wife was there, standing beside her bastard husband. It was a trap after all. The Wolves couldnât say a word, but you are sure that theyâre worried about whatâs going to happen. Nobody expected this and you were dumb to follow Hyunjin, but if you didnât, what could happen? Your eyes wandered around the area to find something to make a solution or a way to get out. But you canât do this alone.Â
Fuck, these are all walls and thereâs only one entrance and exit.Â
âAfter all these years of looking for you,â You heard your uncle say. âYou came straight to the mouse trap,â He added as he stood upâwalking towards you.
âSir, we found them!â But not long after the chase, Seungmin, Minho, and Jeongin were brought into the room and were forced to kneel beside the rest of the Wolves. Grunts were heard from them and after that, they were quiet, but their faces were saying that they were not happy with the setup.Â
âAhh, the rest of the orphans are here!âÂ
Motherfucker.Â
âYour parents had a great legacy, too bad it was cut short because of the incident 20 years ago,â Mr. Jung laughed. âIt didnât hurt when my father chose my brother to be the Godfather when Iâm capable of doing the business. Money was tight but cheers to the black market and soon, your properties and businesses,âÂ
âIâm not giving them to you!â You argued as he sighed in response while shaking his head.Â
âI know you would say that,â He answered. âBut let me make you a deal, each time you refuse, one of them dies,â He added, pointing to the brothers. âWho was it Wooyoung? Hyunjin is it?âÂ
âYes, her boyfriend,â Wooyoung answered.Â
âAhh, you thought we didnât know what happened,â Mr. Jung said. âI have someone who has access to the mansion and Chanâs private island. You thought you killed everyone from the party a month ago?âÂ
It was probably one of the guards. Sigh⊠come on, think Y/n, think.Â
âKill him,â You said, making everyone jump into surprise.Â
âAre you nuts, Y/n?!â Seungmin exclaimed.Â
âShut up, Kim!â Wooyoung scolded.Â
âIf plan A wonât work, we have a plan B,â Hyunjin said the night before as you two sat on the floor with the documents Seungmin left you to study.Â
âObey them,â You answered.Â
âYes,â He answered. âMy brothers and I have secret pockets in our sleeves so we can still use small weapons if we struggleâthey will take you from us for sure and if we get captured, buy their time. We know how to act,âÂ
âHold it,â Mr. Jung said, raising his hand. âWhat are you playing at?â He added, looking at you.Â
âYou said that every time I refuse to give you rights to my parentsâ properties, youâd kill one of them, which I am. I wonât give it,â You smiled at him.Â
Meanwhile, Hyunjin was playing with his zippo trying to get loose from the rope being tied around his wristsâslowly making a small flame. Minho was able to slip his pocket knife inside his sleeve and did the sameâcutting the rope slowly for anyone not to notice his movements.Â
âYou killed my parents so Iâm sure killing my boyfriend wonât make any difference. Shoot him,â You said, leaning closer to your uncleâs faceâgritting your teeth at him.Â
Your uncle raised a brow and seemed like finally getting the actual bait as he signaled Wooyoung to pull the trigger when Hyunjin was quick enough to dodge itâsweeping him off of his feet by swinging his legs to his ankles. The shot was fired at his bodyguard making the Wolves free from the knots, taking their guns out as they formed a circleâbacks against each other. Unfortunately, the man didnât even bother letting you go, instead, a gun is already at the side of your head.Â
Wooyoung got up wincing from the pain in his shoulder after he fell. It was embarrassing. He picked up his gun and pointed it at Hyunjin again.Â
âIf you think youâre so clever to make them out of the ropes, youâre wrong, girl,â Your uncle said. âAny last words before I kill you?â He asked as he signaled the man to hold you tighterâyour left hand managed to snake inside your dress as you hid the gun behind your back before firing the manâs feet making him push you away. After that, you shot your uncle in his chest before he could even react.Â
Good thing your gun was hidden inside your dress, assisted with a leather garter on your leg.Â
The Wolves started firing those men as Wooyoung ran away, his mom didnât even make it out alive.Â
Gunshots were exchanged, as Felix got behind your back, firing.Â
âHyunjin, get Wooyoung!â You heard Chan say, âWeâll cover you!â Hyunjin immediately fled from the room as he chased Wooyoung out of the basement, and back to the main hall.Â
âYou need to follow Hyunjin,â Felix said.Â
âWhat about you guys?â You asked, aiming the gun at whoever tried to come closer. Bodies were already on the floor, some had the guts to hide and dodge the bullets from the Wolves.Â
âWe can manage, just go!â Felix commanded, making you exhale harshly, and left the roomârunning back upstairs, barefooted. You saw a man lying down on the floor before you could reach the top and grabbed his gun, checking if there were bullets left.Â
â4 bullets?â You sighed as you checked yours too. â4, okay. 8 bullets will be enough,âÂ
The coast was clear when you got back up to the main hall. It was a mess, tables and chairs had been turned, holes in the walls and fabrics from the bullets, some of the lanterns were broken, even the huge banner. No one was there except you and youâre worried about where Wooyoung has been leading Hyunjin to. It wonât be the basement of course.Â
Could it be at the parking lot?Â
Lifting your dress, you ran outside to the parking lot not minding how painful it is to rush out of the venue without your heelsâbut theyâll slow you down if you havenât got them removed. And youâre right, Wooyoung and Hyunjin were still there, holding each otherâs gunpoint. You hid by one of those parked cars and slowly took your way closer to where they were.Â
âItâs dumb how it took you 20 years to find her,â Hyunjin said.Â
âThey did,â Wooyoung answered. âBut we needed a motive to kill her. Not just her being the first in line,âÂ
âShe didnât know anything until we told her!â Hyunjin argued.Â
âYou put the idea inside her stupid little brain,â Wooyoung said. âShe was easy to kill before then,âÂ
âShe will never give it to you,â Hyunjin answered with his arm firm enough to shoot him. You were able to sneak a few meters behind Wooyoung. Hyunjin pretended not to see you as he kept buying your cousinâs time. âYour fatherâs dead! She shot him,âÂ
âYou Wolves killed my mother too,â Wooyoung retorted.Â
âYour parents made us orphans. All of us!â Hyunjin said. âYou donât deserve the Godfatherâs empire. It was built for a good cause and thatâs not for you to make dirty. How does it feel to be alone now?â Hyunjin asked, cocking his head with a sly smirk on his face as you pointed the gun at your cousinâs headâshaking from anger.Â
âYou deserve to die,â Wooyoung said, clenching his jaw, and was about to pull the trigger to aim at Hyunjinâs head when a loud gunshot was heard, making him kneel on the groundâcollapsing a few seconds later.Â
Your pistol was hot as white smoke escalated from the hole. Hyunjin immediately moved away in case he got hit before you ran up to himâembracing him tightly.Â
Itâs over.Â
The rest of the Wolves came to the parking lot after hearing the gunshot only to find you hugging Hyunjin.Â
Itâs overâitâs finally over.Â
âAre you okay?â You askedâlooking at him as you examined his face. âYou didnât get hit right?âÂ
âIâm good,â He said, hugging you again. âYou must be terrified,âÂ
âNo⊠but, I canât believe I shot them,â You sniffed, burying your face against his chest.Â
âBaby, you did good, okay? Theyâre bad people,â He answered, caressing your backâkissing you on the forehead. âLetâs go home, you must be exhausted,âÂ
âAre you guys okay?â Minho asked out of worry as you turned around to look at them. Felix seemed to be injured as he was assisted by Han and Seungmin.Â
âWhat happened?â You asked, hurriedly approaching the three of them.Â
âHe got shot on his leg,â Seungmin sighed.Â
âGod,â You cried, hugging Felix tightly which made the man chuckle in response. âIâm sorry,âÂ
âY/n, Iâm fine,â He reassured, patting your back while painting a smile on his face. Â
âYeah, sheâs fine, weâre fine,â Hyunjin answered Minho.Â
âHeâs dead?â Chan asked, pointing at Wooyoungâs body.Â
âY/n shot him,â Hyunjin answered. âAnd the rest?âÂ
âNo one survived,â Changbin said.Â
Everyone felt relieved that night except Felix who struggled to walk because of his injured leg. Minho carried him like a bride as the younger one winced in pain as they left for the car. You were tailing them as Seungmin noticed your dress got ripped and you were barefooted.Â
âYouâre a mess, girl,â Seungmin said, making you shrug in responseâmascara being smudged.Â
âI wasnât expecting to be like this but thank you for noticing,â You chuckled, reaching out your arm as Seungmin smiled, letting you wrap your arm around his broad shoulders although heâs a bit taller than you.Â
âLetâs go home, we still have a business to discuss,â You heard Chan say but Hyunjin begged to differ.Â
âHyung, canât Y/n just rest for tonight?â He said but Chanâs eyes landed on the two of you and said; âAre you tired, Y/n?âÂ
âNo,â You shake your head. âLetâs talk about the ownership,â You added, letting go of Seungminâ walking towards Hyunjinâs car making Chan smirk at him.Â
âYou heard your girl, lover boy,âÂ
âYou got a fighter,â Changbin said, making a fist bump with Hyunjin making him cocky.Â
âNoona stole my gun,â Jeongin sulked as he got inside Chanâs car.Â
âYou have a wall of guns in your room, a pistol is not that big of a deal,â Chan answered, making the youngest sigh in defeat.Â
You all went home after that and let the cops get to the venue a few minutes after you left. The news was all over the place and all of Korea was watching. No names were dropped except from the Jungs who died. There will be no problems nowâunless there will be another list of names to shoot.Â
Meanwhile, everyone was inside Felixâs room as Minho was treating himâthe man got a masterâs degree in medicine. Unpredictable.Â
âHeâll be sent to a hospital, I already called an ambulance,â He said.Â
âAre you good, bro?â Han asked Felix who was obviously in pain.Â
âDo you think Iâm good, Han?â Felix hissed at him, making everyone laugh.
âNow, Y/n, time for your decision,â Chan suddenly butted in as he signaled Seungmin to hand over the documents you need to sign for transferring your names to the ownership. âYou can leave this all behind and let us handle everything or you want to continue your parentsâ business and be our partner,â He smiled for the first time.Â
And without hesitation, you signed it.Â
âThe latter, Chan, I will work with you,â You smiled at himâreaching out a hand for a shake. The boys didnât have the time to react that they were happy with your decision. Especially Hyunjin.Â
âWise choice,â Chan said, shaking your hand. âWeâll contact Mr. Park tomorrow so we can schedule a meeting, alright?âÂ
âWelcome to the family, Y/n!â Seungmin said, hugging you tightly.Â
Family.Â
You finally have a family.Â
Hyunjin cleared his throat as Seungmin rolled his eyes, letting you go out of the hug.Â
âSheâs going to be my sister-in-law, anyway Hyunjin,â Seungmin said.Â
âShoo,â Hyunjin said as he pulled you closer to him.Â
The rest of the evening was not a surprise anymore. Felix was sent to the hospital with Minho and Chan with him, while the rest of the Wolves were ordered to stay and rest. You found yourself on the rooftop wearing your pajamas. Sitting there alone as the cold breeze of the wind dries your hair feels so calm. It was a very long day and a very long nightâyouâre glad itâs over but you knew you still have a lot to do starting tomorrow. A meeting, negotiations and maybe getting a new job.Â
Your life changed in the blink of an eye.Â
The heavens finally gave it to you and it is more than you could ask for.Â
A man who suddenly showed up and became the love of your life, a profession that would put a lot of things on the table, and the most valuable, a family. Youâre not lonely anymore.Â
Although there is still one thing to be finalizedâŠÂ
âLove?â You heard Hyunjinâs voice as he walked upstairs to the rooftop. âI thought you were with Seungmin for notarization,âÂ
âNo, he said we can do that tomorrow,â You smiled. âSit here, we have to talk,â You added, patting the empty space beside you. Hyunjin sat down immediately as he took your hand, kissing it before he placed it on his cheek to feel your warmth. Â
âIs this about us?â He asked.Â
âDo we still need to slow down?â You asked him as he smiled gently, placing a soft kiss on your lips.Â
âNo,â He said. âYouâre officially mine now,âÂ
âCan I say it?â You asked him as your foreheads rested against each other, Hyunjin was confused.Â
âWhat is it?â He asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy but you think heâs more of a weasel. It took you a few seconds before answering as you made sure that the eye contact was still there with your hands placed on his cheeks. He was waiting.Â
âI love you,â But instead of answering, Hyunjin pulled you to sit on his lap, crashing his lips onto yoursâbodies pressed together as you hugged him around his neck with his arms around your waist.Â
âI love you more,â He answered it between, breathing heavily as your lips collided against each other.Â
Your heartâs racing again and so does he.Â
Itâs one heck of the night after all but, he is the best part of it.Â
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Hold You Tight: Part 7
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 6 | Series Masterlist | Part 8
Chapter Summary: You meet some of the staff at the club and try to reason with one of Bucky's men about your situation.
Chapter Word Count: Over 4.3k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, tension, mention of stalking, inner conflict, insecurities, manipulation, possessiveness, flirting, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies continue to enjoy. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You weren't sure exactly how far the club was from the bookstore, but you didn't say anything for a minute after his declaration. Youâd read stories about instalove before, the accelerated trajectory of feelings and relationships. It wasn't something you thought youâd ever be on the receiving end of. That mixed with a dark antihero.
How was this your life?
Bucky chose to break the silence. âYou can change here if you want.â
Your heart rate spiked as you stared at the garment bag. There was a chance that the dress was to your liking, your style. But in the car, it wasn't like you could shield yourself if you undressed. Heâd see you. Maybe even try to touch you. Was it worth the risk?
Reaching for it, you took a deep breath and curled your fingers around the hanger. The moment you grabbed it though, you set it right back on the hook. You wouldn't bother unzipping it to take a look. You weren't a doll for him to play dress up with.
âSorry, Bucky,â you began, shifting to face him. âIâm sure itâs a nice dress, but I'm not wearing it.â
âYou sure?â He asked. âYou havenât even seen it.â
âI don't need to see it. You got your way about me going to the club and I think it's fair I get my way about the outfit,â you said. âWe both know I could've met your friends another time. It didn't have to be tonight. So they'll meet me like this or not at all."
His eyes snapped to you, pinning you in place as you froze. Giving him an ultimatum over something he may consider trivial wasn't a smart move and it wouldn't be a hill you'd die on, but you needed some sort of win. Part of him had to understand that.
Bucky's lips curled in a small smile, but you still swallowed nervously. âYou look stunning to me just as you are,â he said, tracing the collar of your shirt with his fingertip. "Perfect even.â
âWhat?â You asked. You were far from stunning. âYou're really okay with me going into your club like this? I don't think it meets the dress code.â You were lucky your black dress was nice enough to get in the first time.
âAnd? I said in the bookstore that you can wear whatever you want since you look beautiful in anything, so of course Iâm okay with it,â he said, his finger gliding down the middle of your chest. âIf you're worried about anyone saying anything, don't be. Youâre my girl and my friends and I will shut anyone up who tries to make you feel less than perfect.â
Your eyes widened at the casualness of the threat. There was no reason to threaten anyone on your behalf. You could also hear Marc's voice in the back of your mind, reminding you that Bucky was dangerous. âBucky, you don't have to do anything.â
âIf someone upsets or hurts you, yes, I do,â he said.
Addison was the type of person who would defend you if you were upset or hurt. You would do the same for her. A boyfriend type defending you was entirely different. He could've just said that to make you lower your guard or play on your insecurities. So why did it still sound like he meant it?
You gripped his wrist before his touch could move further down your body. âWhat if you upset or hurt me?â You asked.
Bucky blinked at your question, an unfathomable look in his eyes. âI promised Iâd never hurt you,â he whispered. You were the only one safe from his underlying rage, weren't you? Because something was lurking beneath the surface that you hadn't yet witnessed. âBut I'd do whatever I could to make you happy again if I upset you.â
âYou realize dragging me to your club didn't make me happy?â
âI didn't drag you. You got into the car with my help,â he teased. When you didn't smile, he sighed. âI'm sorry. You told me you wanted a quiet night and I pushed you to go anyway. I just got so excited for everyone to finally meet the girl of my dreams andâŠâ He shook his head. âThat doesn't matter. I should've listened.â
The apology sounded so sincere it threw you for a loop. If gaslighting was an Olympic sport, he could take the gold. Everything about the man had you second guessing just about everything. âI appreciate that,â you said, going with a safe response.
He smiled as the car rolled to a stop. âIâll make it up to you,â he promised, his gloved hand taking yours.
You wouldnât ask how he planned to do that. âWait,â you said, pulling him back slightly before he could open the door. âCan we just sit here for a second?â You werenât ready to go into the club. Maybe you could buy yourself another minute or two.
âYou're stalling,â he smiled. You didnât disagree. âWe can't stall for too long. The longer we stay, the more it pushes back the evening and I promised youâd be in bed by 10.â
âI just want to talk for another minute. I still donât feel like I know much about you.â
âLike what?â He asked.
âThings like your family? You said there was a story about your mom,â you said.
A swirl of emotions passed in his eyes, a range of sorrow to anger and even hope. âThere is, but I want to tell you that story when itâs just us,â he said. Just the two of you. Alone together. âI will say though that the original club belonged to her before I turned it into The 107th. It helps keep part of her memory alive for me.â
âThatâs a beautiful thing,â you said honestly. She clearly meant the world to him. âAnd your dad?â
âHe deserved what he got,â he said, not an ounce of pity or sorrow in his voice.
âOh.â There was no lost love there. You wouldnât linger on the topic since that was likely another story for another time. âCan you tell me why your left hand is always covered? You said I'd never be a mistress, but are you covering up a wedding ring or something?â
The storm raged in his eyes again and you had to keep yourself from shrinking back when he wrapped a hand around your neck. Your heart pounded as he applied a light amount of pressure, but he didn't squeeze any further. Would anyone help you or care if you tried to scream? âDo you feel a ring beneath the leather?â
âNo,â you whispered, your eyes shutting when he leaned in.
His breath fanned across your lips. âI told you before that youâre the only one I see,â he whispered. âSo when I do wear a ring on that finger, itâll be on our wedding day.â
You let out something like a whimper when his thumb rubbed along your pulse. While you wanted to stall before, the car now felt too small. Too hot. You wouldn't be able to breathe if you stayed in there much longer. âI think we waited long enough to go inside,â you whispered.
Both of you sighed when he let go of your neck. âI think we did, too,â he agreed, taking your hand again. âBut before I forget, you owe me a picture of you since I found you.â
You glared at him since you hoped heâd forget about that, but he only smirked before he helped you out of the car. Parked right in front of the club, you nearly jumped when you saw Raymond standing close by, his gaze flickering between you and his boss. âHey, Ray,â you said as Bucky pulled you along.
Raymond said your name in reply as he followed close. There were already a few people lined up to get in, but your attention was on the bright sign of The 107th. It welcomed you. Taunted you. You had a feeling you were going to become very familiar with the ins and outs of this place.
âLetâs go, Kotyonok,â Bucky whispered. You hadn't realized you stopped walking until he slipped his arm around your waist and guided you forward.
Bucky nodded to the doorman and walked tall with you beside him. Of course he wasn't nervous. He had no reason to be. This was one of his castles and he was the king. And he chose a peasant to be by his side. A peasant he wanted to make his queen.
The music vibrated through the floor as you went inside and bypassed the coat check. The sound grew louder as you approached the main floor and watched the crowd, all dressed to impres. The lights bathed everyone in red and it felt like you had walked into a sensual version of Hell. And Bucky, the devil of the establishment, tugged you closer by the waist, but he might as well have put a collar around your neck to show everyone that you were his pet.
âBreathe,â he said close to your ear, making it hard to exhale. You were out of your element, the territory somewhat terrifying since you weren't in the company of your friends this time around. At least your legs weren't shaking. âWould you like a drink?â He asked.
âMaybe later,â you replied over the music.
âThen let me introduce you to some of the staff. And don't worry. They know who you are,â he said. Before you could respond to that and ask what exactly they knew about you, he turned you back toward the way you came and waved a couple of men over. Your breath caught in your throat when they approached. Both wore a black top and pants and were as large as Bucky and looked just as dangerous.
âThis is Ari,â Bucky said, nodding to the darker haired man who had a scowl on his handsome face. âAnd this is Jax.â The blonde smirked when you made eye contact with him. âTheyâre two of my best bouncers and theyâll help keep an eye on you when you're not with me.â
You scooted closer to Bucky on instinct when both of them stared at you, but you didn't lower your gaze. Their looks could never be as penetrating as the man who owned this place. âKeep an eye on me? Are you my babysitters?â You asked. Would they watch your every move, too, and report back to Bucky?
Ari didn't smile, but the scowl softened. Jax, however, chuckled. âGuess you could say that, but we don't mind,â he said, his grin flirty and eyes twinkling as your cheeks warmed. âIt's a pleasure to finally meet you, darlinâ.â
âJax,â was the only thing Bucky said, his fingers digging a bit more into your side. Ray gave the bouncer a warning glance, too.
Jax shrugged. âJust being polite,â he smiled. The man likely had people hanging all over him during his shifts with his charm. He probably wouldn't have looked at you twice under normal circumstances, but you smiled back anyway.
âI appreciate the politeness,â you said.
Buckyâs eyes narrowed. âYouâre not being polite. You're flirting with my girl,â he said to Jax, your smile falling immediately when the air around you thickened.
âJust being polite,â he said again, not at all bothered by the look his boss gave him.
âNice to meet you,â Ari cut in, his voice deep and even. People probably hit on him, too. And as domineering as they were, you felt an odd sense of security.
âItâs nice to meet you both. Hopefully you won't have to babysit me too much,â you said, glancing at Bucky. His fingers were still digging into your side, his muscles tense. Was he jealous? âBreathe,â you urged, giving him the same instruction he gave you moments ago.
The bouncers each had a look of surprise on their faces when Bucky listened and slowly exhaled. âOkay. Thank you,â Ray said, gesturing for them to get back to work. âBoss?â
Buckyâs hold on your relaxed a bit. âLetâs introduce you to Hal and then weâll go to my office,â he said.
âOffice?â
âQuieter than the VIP section,â he explained.
You weren't sure if people recognized Bucky or if it was just the aura of power that he gave off, but people moved out of the way without prompting as he led you toward the bar. He smiled as he did so, completely at ease in his domain. âYou know, I don't need babysitters,â you told him.
âYou need people to look out for you, especially if youâre with me,â he said.
âBecause youâre dangerous,â you said. Youâd eventually have to find out why. âOnce again, you aren't giving me a choice.â
âWhen it comes to your safety, I can't,â he stated unapologetically. You grit your teeth as he took you to the bar where a couple of bartenders were working. You didn't pay much attention to the guy at the other end since the one right in front of you had no shirt on, his toned torso on full display.
âThis is Hal. Our top bartender.â
âHey!â The bartender flipped his light brown hair back and flashed you a smile almost as bright as his tan. âItâs good to see you again.â
âAgain?â You repeated, nodding as your mind flashed back to Addisonâs bachelorette party. âThatâs right. You gave my friend a shot before we went into the VIP section. You have a great memory.â
âIâm good with faces and you have a very pretty face,â he smiled.
The attention from his staff was dizzying. It wasn't anything you were used to. What was it going to be like when you met everyone else? You felt so lost.
âFirst Jax, now you,â Bucky muttered. For a split second, you thought he would try to cover your eyes. âWould you put your fucking shirt back on and stop hitting on my girl?â
âOh, câmon. I'll put it on after my shift. This is getting me tons of tips already and will only continue through peak time.â Hal winked at you and you tried to smother a laugh. Between Jax and Hal, you wondered if the two of them had a bet going to see who could make their boss snap. If so, they were brave.
âBucky, Iâm not looking at Halâs abs,â you said.
The bartender snorted when his boss's eye twitched. âJust get back to work,â he grumbled, stepping a couple of feet away from you to speak to Ray.
âYou can look. I won't tell,â Hal smiled, leaning on the bar. âBoss man said youâd make an appearance tonight.â
âAnd here I am,â you smiled, leaving out that it wasn't by choice.
âIs there anything I can get you? Your drinks are always on the house.â
âIâm fine for-â A man in a blue suit elbowed his way in before you could finish. âExcuse me.â
The guy sneered at you as he gave you a once over. âUgly underdressed bitch,â he said, making you flinch before he snapped his fingers at Hal.
You glanced down at your clothes, your throat tight. You stubbornly refused to wear the dress Bucky got you on principle, but the jerkâs comment was another reminder that you didnât belong there. What would prompt someone to be so rude?
âHey!â The guy snapped at Hal again when he didnât serve him right away.
The bartender smiled, but it didn't look right as he stood back to his full height. Had he heard what the guy said? âYou know, itâs not nice to interrupt a lady, John. Maybe you should apologize.â
âFuck that,â the guy, John apparently, scoffed. He mustâve frequented the place enough if Hal knew the guy's name and you weren't about to cause a scene. A complete stranger shouldnât make you feel bad anyway.
Halâs smile disappeared completely. âDo you know who sheâs here with?â
âItâs okay, Hal. Thanks,â you said, your burning eyes on the floor as you moved back to Buckyâs side. You didn't want to be there. You didnât belong there. Why couldn't you just-
âYou okay, Kotyonok?â Bucky asked, lifting your chin with a look of concern. âWhatâs the matter? What happened?â
âNothing. Iâm fine,â you answered, giving him a tight-lipped smile. You just wanted the night to be over. âCan we go to your office, please?â
Bucky intently searched your face, something dark taking over his eyes as your heart raced. âRay?â
âBoss?â
âQuick change of plans. You take her upstairs and wait outside my office,â he ordered, swiping his thumb along your cheek. âI think Hal and I need to have a quick chat before I join you.â
âHal didnât do anything,â you said quickly. He was a sweet guy from what you could tell and he didnât need to be on the receiving end of Buckyâs anger for something insignificant.
âBut someone did,â Bucky guessed, his eyes still dark when you didnât deny it. âIâll take care of it,â he promised, ushering you toward Ray.
âBucky, itâs fine,â you said over your shoulder, but he had already waved Hal over to speak to him.
âThis way, please,â Ray said, leading you away from the bar.
Before you knew it, he took you up a flight of stairs and down a corridor, the decor sleeker than the main floor. The closed double doors at the end of the hall you could only assume was Buckyâs office since Ray had you stop just outside of them. You took a breath and leaned against the wall. Though you could feel the beat of the music against your back, it was much quieter. Less crowded. You didnât feel completely overwhelmed.
âWhatâs he going to do?â
âDepends on what or who upset you.â
âYouâre my girl and my friends and I will shut anyone up who tries to make you feel less than perfect.
You took a moment to look at the bodyguard as he stood against the opposite wall. Stoic. Pristine. âWhat am I doing here, Ray?â You sighed. This wasnât your scene. It wasnât your world.
âMeeting some of the bossâs staff and friends,â he answered.
âThatâs not what I meant. I meant⊠God, I donât even know what I mean,â you groaned and wondered how long it would be before Bucky joined you. âBut I don't belong here.â
âYes, you do,â he said.
Why in the world would he think that? âHow long have you worked for Bucky?â You asked. It wasnât that you wanted to really talk, but you didnât want to let your mind race while you waited.
âA few years now,â he replied.
âYouâve seen him date people then. Has he stalked any of his past girlfriends that youâre aware of or am I the unlucky one?â You asked. Bucky told you he tried to go the traditional dating route and that the last woman he saw tried to rob him.
âYouâre the only person he has gone to extremes for,â Ray carefully answered.
âExtremes. You mean stalking,â you said. Did that make you feel better or worse that it was just you? âSo, youâre fully aware that he stalked me. And that he plans to move me into his place.â
Ray gave you a single nod, though you wouldnât say he looked proud. âI am.â
âCan you stop him?â Your stomach dropped when he shook his head. âWhy not?â
âYou canât stop or delay the inevitable. He wants you and Iâm afraid thatâs that,â he said.
Incredulity crossed your face. He sounded like Bucky, but this was somehow worse. Did he not see that his inaction helped upheave your life? âOh, itâs that simple, huh? Bucky wants me, so he gets me? Did you even try to stop him when he began to do âresearchâ on me?â
âNo,â he stated. One simple word that held so much weight.
âWhat the hell?â Fury seared through you as you pushed yourself off the wall. âYou didnât think to step in and at least tell him, I donât know, that stalking is crazy and wrong and illegal?!â
Ray blinked and pushed his glasses further up his nose. âYou think heâd listen to me?â
Your fury didnât dissipate, but you did step back. âWell. I assumedâŠâ
âThat what? That weâre friends? He may respect my opinion from time to time and he may consider me a friend, but heâs my employer first and will not hesitate to remind me of that,â he said, glancing down the hall. âAnd perhaps it is not my place to say so, but as wrong as it is this is the happiest I've ever seen him. You ground him.â
âSo, as long as heâs happy, it doesnât matter what he does?â You asked, feeling more hopeless by the second. âWhy am I bothering? You donât care.â
There was no reasoning with Bucky nor his men. At this point, you were going around in circles. It was exhausting.
Ray blinked again. âYou assume I don't care because Iâm not stopping him. His methods are unconventional, sure, but he just wanted your full attention.â
âThere are other less creepy ways to get my attention.â
âAre there? You know what we found when we researched you?â He asked rhetorically. âYou never go out. You're either home or at work. When youâre at work, you don't give a second glance to any of the men who come in. Where was he supposed to naturally meet you?â
âThat doesn'tâŠâ Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to weep. Being a homebody shouldnât be a tool to use against you or used as a means to manipulate you. âI went out with my friends. And he flat out said âwhereâs the fun in thatâ when I asked why he didn't just ask me out. Stop making excuses for him.â
It was no wonder Bucky did whatever he wanted unchecked.
âYou went out with friends who are all in relationships and aren't interested in meeting anyone. So you didn't go out of your way to meet others which no one is faulting you for. Breaking in was a bit much, but he was desperate and took drastic steps to get to and keep you,â he said. He spoke like it was natural, logical. âYou're afraid. I know. But youâre the one in his eyes. If you try to run, weâll be forced to catch you. Is that really what you want?â
Your hands shook. âI just want normalcy.â Was that so wrong?
âAnd you wanted someone to love you. So did he,â he said with more gentleness than you expected. âThereâs always some madness in love.â
âAnd between love and madness lies obsession,â you said. Thatâs what Bucky was to you: obsessed. âWhy am I the one? Why is he so desperate to have me?â
The bodyguard considered your question. âDoes there have to be one reason? He has no family left. Work and friends can only take so much of the emptiness away,â he said, glancing down the hall again.
You bit your lip. âWhen you dug into my life, was there something specific that set me apart from anyone else he ever encountered? An incident or anything?â
Bucky convinced himself you were his soulmate, mind, body, heart, and soul. Ray stood across from you and stated he was happy since you were in his life, the happiest he had ever been. But why? Was the man obsessed simply because you were you or was there a piece of the puzzle you were missing?
âThatâs not for me to tell, but I can say heâs devoted to you and you only.â He glanced down the hall again before he straightened up. Was there something for Bucky to tell you then? âBe angry with me if you wish, but know that Iâm not just looking out for my boss now. Iâm looking out for you, too. We all will.â
You heard Buckyâs footsteps as he walked toward you, but your eyes remained on his bodyguard. âOkay,â you whispered. Ray wasnât going to help you any further. Not tonight.
Bucky stood in front of you, effectively blocking your view of Ray. âI hope I didnât keep you waiting long.â
âI hope Hal isnât in any sort of trouble,â you said.
Bucky gave you a wolfish smile, energy buzzing around him. âNot at all. In fact, Iâm giving him a raise,â he said, slipping his arm back around you. What did the bartender tell him exactly and what did he do in response? âI do want to warn you before we go in, they may stare since theyâre not used to meetings like this.â
âWhat, theyâre not used to you having someone on your arm?â You asked. You found that hard to believe.
âTheyâre not used to me having someone Iâd burn the world down for,â he said proudly, nodding for Ray to open the doors. âAll youâd have to do is give me the match.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â you said, gulping when you heard the chatter and laughter inside.
Once again, you were the lamb going into the lionâs den. But you could do this. You just had to mingle a bit longer and then you could go on your way. Bucky swore heâd have you home and youâd hold him to it.
The moment Bucky took you into the office, all conversations ceased. The men appeared relaxed, like they weren't aware of or didnât care about the aura that surrounded the man beside you. He was right though. They all stared. Including a man with a pair of blue eyes you recognized.
The man who bought tulips from your shop.
âItâs good to see you again,â Steve smiled.
With a sinking heart, you began to accept that there really was no escaping Bucky Barnes.
Sorry to cut this off before meeting the rest of the friends, but it was a natural stopping point. And we'll find out what happens to John in the next part. Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME â Chapter 07
đâ€ïž A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna
Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 12 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear
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If someone told you a few weeks ago that you would spend hours in the library, studying in comfortable silence with the resident hockey star, you would have laughed at them and told them they were crazy. But here you are, on a Wednesday afternoon, sitting across from Sukuna at a small table in the library, surrounded by your classic literature books and Sukuna's history books, studying together as if it is the most natural thing ever.
Sukuna bumped into you this morning, Grinning at you and telling you to meet him after class so you could have lunch together. And considering your little fuckbuddies arrangement and how close the two of you got through it, you found yourself raising a teasing eyebrow at him and asking in a flirty voice,
"And how do you know our classes end at the same time? Be honest, Sukuna. Are you following me around?"
And he smirked that equally teasing smirk at you,
"There's no need for that, princess. I don't need to stalk you like some fucking creep. I know we both have classes in this wing on Wednesdays, and I know both our classes end at 11:30. It's not following around. It's called having a brain. Also, I wouldn't be where I am in life if I didn't plan ahead. Remember this: I am always in control. I always plan things."
"So, what is your plan with me?"
A smug smirk spread over Sukuna's face, and he leaned down, cupping your chin,
"Take you to lunch and then to the library since I know we both have no classes after lunch, and I have to study history, and you have to study literature. So we are going to spend the afternoon sharing a table at the library."
With that, he had left for his class, making you stand there grinning and looking after him, gaze trailing down Sukuna's deliciously v-shaped body, from his broad shoulders down to his narrow hips and that firm ass in his tight black jeans.
And now you sit in the library across from him, and you have to admit that Sukuna is a surprisingly nice study partner. He is very focused on his work. You watch him from time to time, watch how completely immersed he is in the things he is researching. The way his tattooed face scrunches up at times and the way his lips twitch when he finds something that amuses him. You realize one thing: The popular star player is a little nerd when it comes to the things he's interested in. Be it hockey, working out, or history.
You feel low-key bad for assuming Sukuna was the typical dumb jock who only cares about his sports. The truth is, he is actually at the top of all his classes. And it's not just because Sukuna got lucky and has the brains to get top grades without having to study. While Sukuna is naturally smart, he isn't someone who relies only on his talents. The resident star player isn't lazy. He works hard for his success. On the ice and in his classes.
You know how often Sukuna goes to the gym to work out and that he gets up at ungodly hours each morning to go for a morning run, no matter how shitty the weather is. He also analyzes the games of his opponents and works out tactics to win against them. Always planning everything, always making sure he is a step ahead.
And apparently, Sukuna shows the same ambition and dedication when it comes to studying. He is sitting here in the library, surrounded by old books, making color-coded notes and even occasionally putting on a pair of reading glasses so he can decipher the small fonts in his books. Sukuna is organized, disciplined, and hardworking. He is intelligent and ambitious but also very passionate about the things he enjoys. Driven by the desire to be the best, but also truly devoted. It is something you respect. And it is also sexy as hell.
You smile to yourself as you look up from your book and watch Sukuna tapping a tattooed finger on a passage in his history book as if he fully agrees with what is being said there. You think that most people who see him on campus or on the ice don't know that Sukuna is an intelligent nerd hiding in the body of a dumb jock and behind the appearance of a bad boy who likes to pretend he doesn't give a fuck.
Maybe Sukuna is good at hiding his true nature from everyone else but not from you. Your smile grows bigger, realizing that you can read Sukuna like a book. Analyzing him is like analyzing the characters in the novels you read. And Sukuna is such a lovely, complex character. Maybe you should use him as your muse for the next short story you write?
Suddenly, maroon eyes look up from the book they were studying and instead look deeply into yours.
"What happened to studying, Miss? I know I'm more interesting than your books, but if you want to get a good grade for your assignment, you better look into one of those books before you instead of just staring at me."
Sukuna's smirk is downright rude with how smug it is, and you huff loudly, rolling your eyes, about to complain, but you get distracted by Sukuna placing a large lunch box in the middle of the table and opening it to reveal a delicious-looking homemade banana bread. Wordlessly, he pushes the box toward you, and you sigh softly and take a slice of the banana bread that tastes just as good as it looks.
Sukuna's eyes are on you as you chew, and when you tell him it tastes delicious, a small smile plays around his lips that looks so genuinely happy and proud that it makes your chest feel strangely warm.
It's Saturday, and you are where you always are now when the Tigers have a home game: In the hockey arena, watching Sukuna being the King of the Ice who is turning the whole arena into his personal throne room.
You can't help but bite your lip when you watch Sukuna skating/running over the ice with the puck securely under his control, eyes focused on the goal ahead, not letting anyone stop him, making the rival players who try to get in his way, drop to the floor after several brutal body checks from The King of Curses. He looks so cool when he slams his opponents into the boards, a smirk flashing behind his face cage, maroon eyes alight with that mad, happy glint he always gets when he is on a victory streak.
And those eyes find you in the stands again, locking the two of you in an intense gaze while you grin matching grins at each other. The whole arena is chanting Sukuna's name, but his eyes are only on you. The star player and his lucky charm.
It leaves you feeling light-headed, adrenaline sizzling through your veins not just because of the high-speed game and the loud, euphoric mood in the arena but also because of your little interaction with Sukuna.
You see images flash in your mind of you and him lying naked in his bed last night. The way Sukuna was on top of you, looking so gorgeous with his biceps flexed from bracing himself on the bed while fucking you in missionary, almost as if he was using it as a workout, doing pushups on top of you.
And you were admiring the sight and moaning softly while letting Sukuna fuck you with those lazy, slow strokes while he told you about the tactics he worked out for today's game. Until his thrusts became erratic, and instead of ice hockey tactics, all that came out of his mouth were those sexy low groans and raspy breaths.
After the game, you walk down the stairs that lead to the plexiglass surrounding the rink, already seeing Sukuna skate over with his helmet under his arm, running a large hand through his sweaty pink hair, a big proud grin on his face. You grin, too, as you stop in front of the plexiglass to congratulate him, and Sukuna winks at you,
"Thanks for the good luck, princess. See, I told you my new pre-game routine is great."
You feel your face become hot, knowing full well that you are the pre-game routine he's talking about. Or, more precisely: Sukuna fucking you as stress relief while rehearsing his tactics. But you cover up how flustered you are by laughing and winking at Sukuna, too,
"It's always a pleasure to help."
You spend more time over at Sukuna's dorm, and it's not all that awkward anymore when you walk out of his room and run into Yuuji.
Maybe it's because Yuuji is naturally someone who is really nice and makes you feel very at ease around him, or it is because spending so much time with Sukuna has made you become more shameless and more confident. Either way, you just smile and greet Yuuji when you see him sitting on the couch in the living area, controller in hand, playing Mario Kart. And he smiles his big sunshine smile and waves you over,
"Hey, do you wanna play a few rounds with me?"
You smile and nod, joining him on the couch and taking the second controller he hands you.
Maybe you should feel embarrassed because Yuuji's twin brother just fucked you doggy style on his bed a few minutes ago, making you sob into his pillow with how good the dick was, and you are pretty sure you still smell like sex, and Sukuna's cologne, but you cannot bring yourself to care. It's too comfortable here on the couch, and Yuuji is so welcoming and uncomplicated. Somehow, you like that Sukuna's brother treats you like this, as if you belong in this dorm, too. As if you are Sukuna's girl.
Your breath hitches at the thought, but you get over it a second later when a red turtle shell hits your kart and makes you scream loudly while Yuuji laughs.
Sukuna strolls past the couch, ruffling first his brother's and then your hair, making both of you complain and swat at his hand, but he just laughs that low laugh and casually strolls into the kitchen area.
Your gaze strays to Sukuna's tall, buff body for a few seconds. He is only wearing grey sweatpants, sitting so low that you can see the elastic band of his black boxer briefs. You are so distracted that you crash your kart into a fence, quickly scrambling to get back into the race.
"Hey, princess, you staying for dinner?"
You blink and gaze once again at the pink-haired boy in the open kitchen. Sukuna is grinning lazily at you, holding a pan and a spatula in his hands. You raise an eyebrow,
"Do you mean you are going to cook something?"
"Yeah, is that so surprising?"
"Well, yeah... I assumed you only eat your protein stuff and cooked chicken. I am not staying for that. I can eat a real meal at home."
"Oh, shut up. You will sit your pretty ass on my kitchen chair and eat the fucking food I cooked, and you will love it."
To your surprise, Sukuna can actually cook. Really well, too. You nod when he asks you if the princess would like a second helping. And you see the genuine, proud smile on his tattooed face when you praise his cooking skills. It's actually cute how happy Sukuna seems when he sees you enjoying the food he cooked.
And you have to admit to yourself that having dinner together with Sukuna and his brother makes you feel even more at ease spending time in their dorm outside of having sex with Sukuna.
The first time you tell Sukuna to come over to your dorm is on a Tuesday evening when you know Nobara has plans with Maki, which will keep her out of the apartment for several hours.
Sukuna đđ: What are you doing tonight, princess?
You: Nothing, really. Wanna come over?
Sukuna đđ: Bet. See you after my workout.
You aren't even nervous anymore at the prospect of the hockey star coming over. You just feel this very nice and excited buzz at the thought that in an hour, you will have sex with Sukuna.
It feels so natural. So uncomplicated. You just hop quickly into the shower and afterward don't even bother picking a nice outfit, but just slip into a random pair of fresh panties and socks and grab the comfiest clothing item you own, Sukuna's white hoodie.
When Sukuna knocks on your door twenty minutes later, you open the door, wearing only your panties and his hoodie, and smile up at him with a breathless chuckle.
"Hey, Kuna. How was your workout?"
But Sukuna doesn't reply but stops in the open doorway, staring at you with wide maroon eyes. You wonder if it was the nickname you unintentionally used that caused this reaction. It makes your lips lift in an even broader smile, your pulse sizzling with a strange kind of power. For the first time since you started to interact with Sukuna, you feel like you have the upper hand.
Sukuna's maroon eyes trail hungrily over your body. Over your naked legs and his white Tigers hoodie. A moment later, he is on you, banging the door shut behind him as he drops his sports bag and grabs your waist, picking you up and slamming you against the wall, silencing your surprised squeal with his lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, that makes your head spin.
You giggle into the kiss as your hand caresses Sukuna's neck, fingertips running over the short stubble of his undercut, and Sukuna makes that sexy noise in the back of his throat again, that little growl that makes your fingers grab his soft pink hair and pull him even closer, opening your mouth further to let him lick your tongue with those deep, sexy caresses.
Sukuna carries you to your bedroom, throwing you on your bed, where you land with a breathless chuckle that turns into a soft moan when Sukuna joins you on the bed, his large hands pulling your panties down impatiently while his soft lips trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down your legs.
Sukuna yanks off his shirt, followed by his sweatpants and boxer briefs, making you lick your lips when you see his gorgeous hard cock slap heavily against his firm abs. So hard for you, so ready to fuck you into bliss.
Your hands wander to the hem of the hoodie, but Sukuna shakes his head, maroon eyes boring deeply into yours,
"Leave it on."
And so your little fantasy that you had when you first got Sukuna's hoodie becomes real. You are on your bed, straddling Sukuna's lap, only wearing his hoodie and nothing else, your wet pussy rubbing over his hot hard cock, gasping anytime his thick mushroom head catches on your clit. And Sukuna is beneath you, cursing and groaning, his large hands slipping under the hoodie to hold your waist, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you.
"Yeah, princess, like that. Slick my cock up. Make it all wet and messy so I can fuck you real nice."
He flips you over after a while, pushing your thighs apart, revealing your pussy to his hungry gaze, moaning while he fists his cock and pumps it a few times while his thumb brushes over your clit, circling it slowly, making you whine loudly, babbling about how much you want his cock.
And Sukuna grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, pushing into you with a hard, deep thrust that makes both of you gasp loudly. He doesn't waste a second but humps against you, fucking you at a hard deep pace. You feel delirious when Sukuna's calloused hands trail over your legs, putting them on his shoulders, and you suddenly can feel him even deeper in you.
It draws a loud, shaky sob from your lips as you cling to Sukuna's arms, digging your nails into his bulging biceps as he fucks you with those deep strokes that make your legs dangle from his broad shoulders in rhythm with his hard thrusts.
The hoodie rides up during the hard fuck, and you see Sukuna looking down, watching his slicked-up cock push in and out of your creamy pussy, and it makes you clench around him, so turned on by his gaze.
Sukuna is so sexy, all buff muscles which flex with every roll of his hips, sweat glistening on his tattooed skin, low grunts falling from his lips as he fucks you so deep and so good, making you think you might be addicted to his dick.
You breathe out his name, "Kuna...", your hands squeezing his biceps as you get pushed into the mattress rhythmically, gasping anytime Sukuna's thick mushroom head caresses your g-spot, sending you closer and closer to the edge, each deep stroke making a fluttery sensation fill your belly.
You mewl loudly when you cum around Sukuna's cock, your heels digging into his broad, muscular back, your pussy tightening so much around him that he hisses loudly.
And Sukuna fucks you even harder, chasing his own orgasm. He yanks on the hoodie, pushing it up to reveal your tits to him, watching as they bounce wildly with how hard he is fucking you.
He pulls out just in time for his orgasm, letting his hot cum rain down on your tits and your belly, and your pulsing clit while a series of sexy low groans falls from his lips.
You look at Sukuna in awe. How he kneels between your legs, so sexy and big, his twitching cock still in his hand, his eyes wandering hungrily over your body with the hoodie pushed up to reveal your skin covered in Sukuna's thick milky seed. And you can't help but moan, feeling so sexy like this, so desired, tits covered in Sukuna's cum, pussy still pulsing hotly from the mind-boggling orgasm Sukuna fucked out of you.
You smile dazedly up at Sukuna, barely holding yourself back from telling him that you think his dick is your favorite thing in the world, and he grins down at you with that charming smirk,
"You look so fucking good in my hoodie. I should get you more team merch, princess."
Sukuna seems to feel at home at your dorm, too, much to Nobara's dismay. You watch with growing amusement how she and Sukuna interact with each other. Always just waiting to say something rude to the other while their eyes glow with devilish fun.
Sukuna shamelessly struts out of your room, only wearing his low-sitting grey sweatpants and no shirt, his neck adorned with your lipstick marks, and his broad back full of the scratches your fingernails left there. He strolls casually into your kitchen, yanking open the fridge and getting some milk as if he lives here.
You lean in your open door, wearing his hoodie, watching him with a dazed smile on your face while Nobara casts a scandalized look at Sukuna's bare chest and the milk carton he brings provocatively to his lips, drinking straight out of the carton before he smirks his typical rude smirk at your dormmate,
"Hey, Ginger. Got a problem?"
"Hey, Kirby. Yeah, I think you should wear a shirt, and I hope you know that you have to pay for that milk!"
Sukuna laughs and walks past her, the milk container firmly in his tattooed hand, tilting his head back to gulp down even more of the milk. And Nobara's eyes widen comically as she sees Sukuna's broad back with all the scratch marks your fingernails left on it.
"Are the two of you animals or what?"
But you see the grin tugging at her lips. This is exactly the type of stuff your dormmate enjoys, and you burst out laughing at her comment, which turns into a giddy squeal when Sukuna picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you back into your room while he smirks at Nobara holding up the milk container in his hand to wave mockingly with it, while his other hand sprawls over your ass.
"Thanks for the milk. Now I have the strength for another round. You better wear some headphones if the noise bothers you. I know we will be loud."
You whine his name, begging him to stop embarrassing you, but you can't stop the laughter from creeping into your voice. And Sukuna just gives your ass a squeeze and grins and cocks his head,
"You trying to shut me up, princess? There's a better way to do that. Give my mouth something other to do."
And his mouth is really busy doing something other a few minutes later when he has you on your bed with your thighs pushed apart by those strong tattooed hands while Sukuna kneels on the floor between your legs, his face buried between your thighs, his lips and tongue pampering your pussy while his nose pushes against your clit.
He's making out loudly with your pussy, leaving loud smacking kisses on your puffy clit, and writing his name on it with his tongue. And you gasp and whimper and tug on Sukuna's pink hair as your hips buck in helpless pleasure, every thought of your dormmate erased from your pleasure-clouded mind.
"I can't ice skate. I never tried it."
You didn't think it was possible, but Sukuna seems to be rendered speechless upon your little confession during lunch. His hand, which was about to bring his usual cooked chicken to his mouth, stops in midair, and he stares at you with wide eyes as if you told him you don't know how to read.
"How can you never have been ice skating? What the fuck, princess?"
You laugh and shrug,
"I don't know. My town didn't have an ice skating arena, and none of my friends ever went ice skating, so...."
"That's absolutely ridiculous and unacceptable."
"Why? I think a lot of people never..."
You can't even finish the sentence before Sukuna interjects,
"I will teach you."
"What? Um, no, I... I am really unathletic and everything. I will probably be terrible at it."
"That's why you get me as your personal coach. You can learn from the best. Come to the arena at 7:00 tonight. I can teach you after training. Feel special. You'll get a private lesson from the Ice King."
Sukuna winks playfully at you, and even though you already feel your face get hot at the thought of how much you will probably embarrass yourself, you can't help but smile.
You enter the arena half an hour before your private lesson, sitting on the row directly behind the player's bench to watch the ice hockey team's practice while your pulse flutters more nervously with each passing minute. The ice looks intimidating. Hard and cold and unforgiving if you slip and fall.
When you look at Sukuna, who is currently speeding from one side of the rink to the next, it looks easy, of course. But you don't even want to think about how you will fare.
The coach claps his hands and announces the training is over, and the Tigers pile out of the rink, grabbing their stuff from the bench and leaving for the locker room without paying much notice to you. Yuuji and Todo pass you with big grins and reach out to high-five you, not even questioning why you are here during their practice.
And then Sukuna stops before you. Your heart jumps to your throat as you lift your head to look up at him.
He is so tall and broad in his hockey attire, with that smug smirk on his tattooed face. He extends a large hand to you, and you sigh and take it, letting him pull you to your feet, where you wobble immediately on the ice skates you are wearing. You gasp and tighten your hold on Sukuna's hand, clinging to him and exclaiming,
"Oh shit! Maybe we should call it a day. I will just make a fool of myself or break a leg or something!"
But Sukuna just laughs that amused, low laugh and his strong arm reaches around your waist, steadying you. He cocks his head and smirks at you,
"Come on, princess, do you really think I would let you fall? Haven't I already proved on our very first encounter that I am very good at catching you?"
His smirk grows even bigger, even more charming, and he winks at you, making your stomach feel a bit too fluttery, and you can't tell anymore if it is really just from the anxiety of standing on ice skates for the first time in your life, or if it has something to do with that boyish smirk on the star player's face.
But you feel safer now that Sukuna is holding you. Sukuna's grip on you is reassuringly strong as he slowly leads you toward the ice. He lets you hold on tightly to him without complaining, even as your nails dig painfully into his skin. His strong arm steadies you, keeping you safely on your feet.
You reach the ice, and your pulse flutters. Sukuna lets go of you after he makes sure you are holding onto the boards. He steps on the ice casually as if he is just walking on regular ground. It looks so natural when he does it.
And then Sukuna turns around to grin at you, extending his large hand again, letting you take it into your smaller hand,
"Come here, princess. I'll catch you."
Without further warning, Sukuna tugs on your hand, pulling you onto the ice. You register what is about to happen, and you start complaining nervously, but your feet are already taking a step forward. And then you are on the ice, screeching embarrassingly loud when you feel your feet slip away from under you.
But you never land on the cold ice. Instead, you get pulled forward and slam into Sukuna's tall, broad body. Your face presses lightly against his chest, feeling his firm muscles and the soft material of his hockey jersey, inhaling his fresh and sexy scent laced with a tiny hint of sweat from his earlier training session. It smells enticing and reassuring somehow.
Your hand that's holding Sukuna's is clinging to him in a death grip while the other is grabbing his jersey tightly. You tilt your head back to look up at Sukuna's face, seeing his broad, amused smirk that immediately makes you roll your eyes and huff,
"Stop being so smug! I told you this is my first time!"
But Sukuna just laughs softly, and his other hand lands on your hip, gently pushing you a little bit to the back so you have to stand without leaning on him.
"Don't worry. I'll teach you how to ice skate if it is the last thing I do. Look at you, already being able to stand on the ice all by yourself!"
"But I am not.."
You start to say when Sukuna lets go of you for a moment, and you stare at him with wide eyes as you realize you are standing on the ice. A strangled laugh escapes your lips, but then you become too aware of the slippery ice beneath your feet, and you feel yourself slipping,
But Sukuna is there before anything can happen. He laughs and scoops you up into his strong arms, holding you princess-style.
"Come on, princess. I'll let you get a taste of how it feels to be on the ice."
He begins to skate across the rink with you in his arms, carrying you easily as if you weigh nothing. You laugh and wrap your hands around Sukuna's neck, your stomach tingling from the way he is skating across the ice with those fast, confident moves.
Sukuna does one lap around the rink with you in his arms before he carefully sets you down again. But his large hands hold yours securely, making sure you won't fall. He looks deeply into your eyes with his maroon eyes, which are so warm in this cold ice palace. And his lips lift in a little smile,
"Wanna give it a try now, too, princess? I will show you how. I promise I won't let go of you."
Sukuna is smiling so charmingly at you, and his low voice is so calm and serious, his hold on you reassuring and secure, and you realize that you trust Sukuna fully. You trust this scary-looking bad boy not to let you fall. You smile at him and nod softly,
"Ok. Show me, please."
You know that Sukuna is usually infamous for being a menace who scares the shit out of his opponents. A real devil on the ice.
But not tonight. Not when he is ice skating with you.
Sukuna is an amazing teacher. He is patient with you, never getting annoyed at your clumsiness. Instead, his large hand is holding yours safely, and his strong arm is wrapped around your waist, steadying you. His low voice in your ear encourages you. Praising you for every little thing you do. And you can't stop a stupid little smile from spreading over your face as you slowly glide over the ice at Sukuna's side.
"Don't be so tense, princess. Just lean on me. I got you, don't be scared. I won't let you fall. Trust me."
And you do trust him. You let out a breath and relax in Sukuna's strong arms, letting him take control. Letting him pick up speed while guiding you safely across the cold ice.
Sukuna skates with you all the way through the arena. Just the two of you on the ice while the arena sits in darkness and only the rink is illuminated. It could almost be romantic. You feel safe on his arm, weightless as you glide over the ice. It's an incredible feeling as if you are soaring through the air. The ice glitters prettily like a million diamonds. And Sukuna's hand on the small of your back radiates warmth even through your jacket.
You feel so safe in Sukuna's arms. And it's actually fun to skate across the ice, to feel the chilly air on your heated cheeks, to hear your own delighted laughter mingle with Sukuna's.
You are a bit out of breath when Sukuna digs the blades of his ice skates into the ice, bringing the two of you to a stop in front of the benches, grinning at you with such a genuinely happy expression on his tattooed face that it makes your heart clench and reach up to cup his cheek.
"Thank you, Kuna. That was really fun."
You gaze into each other's eyes for a long moment. Time seems to stand still. And then you are suddenly kissing.
You can't tell who initiated it, whether you were the first who let herself fall against Sukuna to get on your tiptoes to reach his lips or whether it was him who tightened his hold around your smaller body and pulled you against him. But suddenly, your lips are moving against each other in a slow, gentle kiss.
A kiss that doesn't lead to sex. A kiss that isn't born out of the heated desire to rip each other's clothes off. A slow, tender kiss that makes your head turn to mush and makes butterflies dance in your stomach when Sukuna pulls you even closer against his firm, tall body.
When you pull away, you open your eyes and look up at Sukuna, right when he opens his eyes too. And for a moment, you are astounded because you have never seen those beautiful maroon eyes look so soft.
Sukuna laughs, a large hand cupping your cheek, and he asks if you want to do one last round across the rink. You nod dazedly, letting him gently pull you along, gliding once again over the glittering ice. Almost as if the two of you are the prince and princess in some fairytale, kissing on the ice, skating together into your happily ever after.
It's not like that, of course. You have to remind yourself this isn't a fairytale. You aren't a couple. But on this evening, for an hour in this dimly lit hockey arena, what the two of you have feels magical.
Is there LOVE in the air? The private ice skating lesson was one of the first scenes I wrote for this AU, and it still gives me so many butterflies aaaahhhhh đđ I want this so bad with him!! I hope you enjoyed it, too!
Writing this story is truly such a comfort to me, and I am so happy to hear that it brings y'all joy, too. Thank you so much for all the lovely feedback and for getting on this journey with me đ
I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.
In Chapter 8 Reader will struggle with her feelings ;)
#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna smut#sukuna fluff#sukuna#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff#{đâ€ïž} hockey au
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ౚৠâ summary | request -> "Omg a fic where Paige and reader have always had this sort of sarcastic bickering borderline mean type of relationship/rivalry but one day the tension suddenly just goes from competitive to sexual and thennnnm ykkkk"
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â warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion! whoo, where do i begin???? paige/reader being a fucking ASSES (like super mean) and lots of insecurity, cc mention and comparison (pls don't come 4 me it's for the plot!!!!!! i didnt mean it!!!!), lots of arguing and fighting, mean!paige (like.... im talking MEAN), fingering (r receiving), so much dirty talk, idk if i missed anything lmk
â ev's notes | the chokehold the pic in the middle has on me IS INSANE, also finishing a smut at 11 am should be a crime đ (but iâm feeding yall so be grateful)
THE GAME COULDN'T have gone worse.
The opposing team seemed to effortlessly dominate every aspect of the game. Shots that normally found their mark clanked off the rim, passes were intercepted with unnerving frequency, and the defense resembled more of a sieve than a fortress. Your entire team was quiet in the locker-room and Geno had told them that they needed the night to regroup, and they'll talk about it when they got home.
You made your way upstairs with Azzi and Aubrey, both trying their best to make you feel better. You played like shit, plain and simple and despite what your teammates were telling you, it was true.
You couldn't shake off the feeling of letting your team down. In the game, you were a shadow of your usual self. Your shots seemed to lack both the usual power and precision. Your attempts to drive to the basket were easily thrown by their defense, leaving you frustrated and angry.
Even your usually reliable defense broke under the pressure. You found yourself out of position more often than not, leaving gaping holes for the opposing team to exploit. Your reactions were slow, your movements sluggish, as if your body refused to respond to the commands of your mind.
"Hey," Azzi grabbed your arm so that you could meet her gaze. "We win and lose as a team, alright? This isn't all on you, we all played like shit tonight."
"But we always come back, Y/N." Aubrey added as you met her gaze as well. Their words would've made you feel better if this wasn't the worst you'd played all season, maybe even your entire college career.
You didn't bother to respond, you stayed quiet as you walked in your Azzi's hotel room and in there was Nika and Paige. They were seated on the bed, Nika looking more defeated than Paige, she looked more pissed than anything.
Paige didn't even acknowledge you as you walked in as she greeted Azzi and Aubrey, but you didn't even care right now. You were not in the mood for her shit, not after the game you just played tonight.
You sank into a chair in the corner of the room, the weight of the defeat pressing down on you like a leaden blanket. Nika's defeated expression mirrored your own feelings, while Paige's indifference grated on your already frayed nerves.
You listened as Azzi and Aubrey exchanged small talk with Nika and Paige, their voices a distant murmur in the back of your mind. But you couldn't bring yourself to join in the conversation, couldn't muster the energy to plaster on a fake smile and pretend that everything was okay.
Instead, you sat in silence, lost in your own thoughts. The events of the game replayed in your mind like a nightmare, each mistake magnified in the harsh light of hindsight. You wanted nothing more than to forget about the game, to push it to the back of your mind and move on, but the sting of defeat lingered like a stubborn stain.
"You okay, babe?" Nika's voice rang out as you got pulled back into reality. All the girls attention was now on you, feeling a bit self-conscious.
You forced a weak smile, attempting to brush off Nika's concern. "Yeah, just... processing everything, you know?" Your voice sounded hollow, even to your own ears.
"What's going on?" Nika asked, the concern evident in her face. "Talk to us, please, Y/N."
Nika knew how hard you were on yourself, she had seen you weather victories and defeats alike, always striving for perfection. Her gentle prodding encouraged you to open up, even if it meant admitting your own vulnerabilities.
"I played like shit," was all you could get out as you leaned forward, feeling their gaze on you. "I don't know what was so different about tonight but I just felt like the weight of the entire team was on my back and I didn't know I was carrying it until the end, and I just crumbled to the pressure."
"We all have our moments, Y/N." Azzi spoke up, empathy evident in her expression. But before anyone else could respond, Paige scoffed as she met your gaze.
"Carried the team? We all did what we could tonight and we don't need your shit." Paige's voice dripped with contempt, her words like a slap in the face.
You felt a surge of anger rising within you, fueled by the frustration of the game and now mixed by Paige's bitter words. How dare she dismiss your struggles so callously?
"What's your fucking issue, Paige?" you retorted, your voice tinged with frustration.
Paige's eyes narrowed as she glared at you. "My issue? Maybe if you didn't choke every time the pressure was on, we wouldn't be in this mess," she shot back, her words cutting like a knife. "You're always making excuses for yourself, Y/N."
You scoffed, getting up from the chair to glare at her. "I'm not making excuses, I'm acknowledging reality. We all had a bad game, Paige. It's not like you were lighting it up out there either."
"I did better than you, that's for fucking sure." Paige's voice came out bitter as you felt yourself let out a quiet scoff. You couldn't fight with her anymore, you were exhausted, both mentally and physically.
"Guys, stop it." Azzi's voice cut through the tension like a knife but neither of you acknowledged her, you both just kept glaring at each other.
"You're a bitch, Paige. You're just jealous because at the end of the day, you're just a burnt out star who can't handle not being in the spotlight anymore. Sorry that Caitlin's out there doing better than you, and that you feel the need to be a fucking ass all the time," you retorted, your words dripping with venom.
The frustration of the game, mixed with years of simmering animosity, boiled over into this heated argument that neither of you seemed willing to back down from. You didn't know why you brought up Caitlin, but all you knew was that you'd definitely get a reaction.
Paige's eyes flashed with anger, her jaw tightening as she glared up at you. "The fuck you have to bring Caitlin into this? At least I was a star, you'll never make into the WNBA with that attitude, I promise you that. You're just a selfish brat who can't handle criticism-"
"Hey!" Nika's shout rang out as she glanced in between the two of you. "One more word from either of you and I'm telling Geno, you guys are teammates and you need to act like it."
You glanced at Nika, seeing the disappointment etched on her face, and then back at Paige. Despite the rivalry between you, you knew that Nika was right â however, you weren't quite ready to admit that.
You scoffed as you exhaled, feeling everyone's eyes on you. You didn't acknowledge any of them as you left the hotel room, feeling your eyes burn with unshed tears. You were embarrassed, Paige had always been hard on you for seemingly no good reason but it's never gotten this bad.
You two had always been good sports, even when the other played like shit. She never brought anything up that would actually hurt your feelings, unlike tonight. You didn't know why, you tried to think back at what could've changed tonight but came up with nothing that made sense. You just hoped it wouldn't affect the way you played with her, you didn't want it to effect the team more than it has.
You walked into your hotel room, locking the door behind you as you walked into the bathroom, ready for a warm shower to drown out the rest of the world.
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"Who is it?" You asked as you heard the knocking on the door. It was nearing two in the morning and you had just stepped out of the much-needed shower, clad only in your robe.
"It's me," Paige's voice was quiet as she spoke, your whole body tensing up just at the sound. You sighed deeply as you walked up to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly disheveled Paige.
She looked really, really good; she had her hair up in a loose bun, her gray sweats were slightly rolling off her hips and her shirt fit her just perfectly. Goddamnit, Y/N â focus. You tried to hide the tug of attraction you felt towards Paige, pushing the distracting thoughts aside as you met her gaze.
"What do you want?" you asked, your tone guarded as you leaned against the doorframe.
"Let me come in," Paige's statement didn't come off as a question, more like a demand. You sighed and leaned backward so that she could enter.
Before you could say anything, Paige started talking. "I don't appreciate you comparing me to Caitlin, especially after the season I had."
You scoffed in disbelief as you closed the door. "You came in here just to say that?"
Paige turned so she could send you a glare. "I came in originally cause I was gonna apologize. But then I remembered the whole Caitlin thing-"
"What's up with you and Caitlin?" Your words came out with the same intensity as hers did. "I don't know why you took that comment to heart because you started this whole damn thing."
Paige's expression hardened, a defensive edge creeping into her demeanor. "What do you mean by that?" she snapped, her tone sharp with irritation. "I had the most terrible season, and everyone has been comparing me to her-"
You felt a surge of frustration rising within you, the tension between you and Paige reaching a boiling point. "And what about everything I've been through this season?" you shot back, your voice tinged with anger. "You think this season has been a cakewalk for me? You think I don't know what it's like to struggle?"
Paige's jaw clenched, her gaze hardening as she met yours head-on. "This isn't about that," she retorted, her voice low and tense. "This is about you and Caitlin suddenly being all buddy-buddy after the Iowa game. The comments under your posts, the calling and the texting. It's obsessive and annoying, I don't like it and I don't want you hanging around her anymore."
You paused for a second, trying to process her words. Paige's accusation caught you off guard, the weight of her words sinking in like a lead weight in your chest. Was she jealous? You couldn't help but let out a small laugh as Paige's eyebrows furrowed.
"The fuck you laughing for? You think this is funny?" Paige's eyebrows furrowed even further, her frustration palpable as she waited for your response.
"Aww, are you jealous?" Your words came out amused as Paige kept glaring at you. "I'm not replacing you or the team, she has a boyfriend."
"I'm not jealous," Paige's glare intensified, her jaw tightening with frustration at your teasing remark. "Don't flatter yourself, Y/N. I couldn't care less about your little fling with Caitlin."
"Then what's your problem?" you pressed, unable to resist the urge to push her buttons further. "If it's not jealousy, then why are you so worked up about it?"
Paige's nostrils flared slightly as she averted her gaze for a moment, before looking back up at you. "Cause it's no damn comparison. At the end of the day, you're on my team and you're mine," she paused as she shook her head. "My friend," she quickly clarified.
You blinked in surprise at Paige's sudden intensity, the weight of her words sinking in like a heavy anchor. The possessiveness in her tone left you feeling flustered, unsure of how to respond.
"Paige..." you began, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words. But before you could even process anything, her lips were on yours and your back was pushed up against the wall.
Instinctively, your arms found their way around her shoulders, pulling her closer as you responded to her kiss with equal fervor. The heat of the moment consumed you, erasing any doubts or reservations as you lost yourself in the sensation of her lips on yours.
Her lips on yours sent a shiver down your spine, electrifying every nerve in your body as you surrendered to the passion that consumed you. All thoughts of the past were forgotten as you gave yourself over to the intoxicating enticement of Paige's lips.
Her hands slide up your body and hold your neck as you let out a soft whimper, causing your head to fall back against the wall. Paige's lips began leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your jaw and neck, as her hands explore your body.
This couldn't be happening, you kept thinking to yourself. After playing on the same team as Paige for almost three years now, it felt like this was a fever dream â but you didn't mind it, not at all.
Her lips found yours again, kissing you roughly as your hands gripped her head. With ease, she lifted you up into her arms, your weight feeling insignificant against her strength. She kept her lips on yours as she carried you toward the bed, dropping you swiftly as your hands found her face.
Paige's hands had easy access to your body due the robe, that she quickly slid off as her lips stayed on yours. She pulled away for a second, breathless, as she took in your body with admiration in her gaze. You felt self-conscious for a moment, but you had no time to dwell on it as Paige pulled you down on the bed.
"You're fucking gorgeous," she mumbled as she pressed kisses all over your neck. "I hate how gorgeous you are."
Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as Paige's words and actions washed over you. Part of you wanted to resist, to question the sudden intensity of this moment, but another part of you couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry between you and Paige.
But as her lips trailed along your neck, you found yourself unable to resist the pull any longer. With each kiss, each touch, you felt yourself unraveling, giving in to the utter need that surged through your body.
"I hate how you make me feel," Paige whispered against your skin, her voice husky with desire. "Every time I'm near you, it's like I lose control. Like I can't think straight."
Her words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each moment. You reached up to cup her face, guiding her lips back to yours in a desperate kiss, hungry for the taste of her against your skin.
You reached out to her, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew you together. "I hate how much I want you," Paige groaned, her voice tinged with frustration as she pressed her lips against your neck with force, pulling a soft whimper from your lips.
"I hate how much I need you," Paige spoke as she gazed into your eyes, her grip tightening on your waist as she pulled you closer. "But I'm not gonna fight it anymore. I'm done pretending like I don't want you, okay?"
You felt a rush of heat flood through you at her confession swirling in the pit of your stomach. In that moment, all you could think about was Paige completely, letting her consume you with her passion and desire.
"I want you, too, P." You finally let out, your voice quivering as she began to caress your thigh.
Paige scoffed, shaking her head at your words. "I know, I know you do."
She pushed her lips into yours again, a needy moan escaping your lips as she pushed you onto the bed. She straddled your hips as she kissed all over your neck, feeling yourself pulsate beneath her. You couldn't even think straight anymore, your mind was complete mush as she kept kissing all over your neck and jaw.
Paige mouth traveled down toward your stomach, leaving sloppy kisses and hickeys all over it. Your hands found her blonde hair, tugging as she teased you. Her blue eyes were completely focused on you, every reaction and every sound that you made, fueling her desire even further. With each kiss, each touch, she seemed determined to leave her mark on you, to brand you as hers in every way possible.
And you welcomed it, craving the intensity like a starving soul. With each tug of your fingers in her hair, Paige responded with a groan of satisfaction, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire across your skin.
She pried open your legs slowly, her gaze still lingering as your breath hitched. "Fuck," she mumbled as her eyes flickered toward your soaking cunt â she was at a loss for words.
Paige fingers teased your entrance, pulling needy whimpers from your bruised lips. "You're so wet for me, baby," she finally plunged a finger into you, causing a borderline pornographic moan to leave your mouth.
Every sensation was heightened, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as she thrusted her finger in and out of you. She wasn't gentle by any means, you could practically feel the anger radiating from her body as she watched you.
You leaned further into the bed, covering your face with your arms as a string of moans left your mouth. Almost immediately, Paige gripped your arm and pulled it off of your face. "I want you to look at me while I fuck you, alright?"
You couldn't reply with any words, you weren't even sure you were conscious at this point â the exhaustion from the game, the anger from the earlier argument and now the utter pleasure of you were feeling was fogging up your brain, you couldn't even think straight anymore; all you could do was sit there and take it.
You tried your best to keep your eyes on her, but you felt yourself slipping as you arch your back. She added another finger, causing a new sensation jolting down your body â you hadn't even orgasmed yet and you feel beyond overstimulated.
"Does Caitlin do this better than me, huh?" She mumbled as she leaned forward to press a sloppy kiss to yours lips. "Fucking answer me," she groaned as she pulled away.
You shook your head fervently, the only words you were really understanding were "Caitlin" and "better". Her movements became faster and deeper with your answer, causing another loud moan to slip out of your lips.
"Fuck, please," you cried out as you leaned back into the bed. Paige quickly pulled you down by your hips, making sure to pin you down as she continued to finger-fuck you. "Please,"
"So polite, baby. Fucking three years, it took me three years to realize that they only thing you needed was a good fuck for you to be nice, huh?" She spoke harshly as she felt you tighten around her fingers, your face contorting into utter pleasure as you shut your eyes. "Now I know whenever I need you to shut up, all I need to do is fuck you, right baby?"
Her words all blurred in your mind as she began rubbing your clit, and you were cumming all over her fingers â the knot snapped hard, you were crying out so loudly, Paige was worried the neighbor's were gonna call the office.
She helped you ride your high as you caught your breath, before she pulled out her sticky fingers from your cunt. Before you could even process it, she stuffed them inside your mouth roughly as her blue eyes analyzed you.
You sucked them clean as you finally came back down to Earth, finally (kinda) being able to think straight. You were breathless, your legs were shaky and you were sweaty all over again. You finally opened your eyes to meet Paige's eyes, your heart almost jumping out of your chest at the look of utter admiration on her usually disinterested face (at least, when it came to you).
Before either of you could revel in the moment any longer, Paige's phone began to buzz in her sweatpants. She sighed loudly before picking it up, "What's up?"
You could recognize Nika's voice as she spoke but you couldn't quite understand what she was saying. However, when Paige's expression turned cocky as she took another look at you, you had a couple ideas on what it could be about.
"Yep, we made up. We're fine now, don't worry. Yeah, we're good, y'all can head to bed," she nodded along with whatever Nika was saying, a cocky ass smirk on her lips.
"You wanna talk to her? You sure?" Paige took a look at your disheveled appearance, laughing as your eyes went wide. Before you could protest, she handed you the phone. "Here you go,"
"Hey, babe," she spoke softly through the phone. "I made P go and apologize, I hate seeing you fight like this and-"
Her voice slowly became background noise as Paige leaned back into the bed, pulling you into her chest. Your heart began beating out of your chest as you relaxed into her embrace.
"-And I just love you guys, okay? Y/N, you still there?"
"Y-yeah, sorry. I'm just sleepy, we love you too, Nika," you got out as Paige smirked at you.
"Okay, okay," Nika replied, her voice filled with genuine affection. "Get some rest, okay?"
You said your goodbyes before handing the phone back to Paige, who ended the call with a satisfied grin. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Paige, only she would fuck your brains out then make you answer the phone.
You laid on her chest quietly as she pulled the blanket over your body, pulling you even closer. You guys sat in silence, both of you knew there was a lot of debrief â however, both of you were too tired to bring it up.
"I'm sorry for bringing up Caitlin, that was a bitch move," you began as you closed your eyes, getting comfortable beside Paige.
Paige's hand gently traced patterns on your back as she sighed softly. "No, I'm sorry too," she murmured, her voice filled with sincerity. "For being a bitch, and saying all that stuff about you not making it into the WNBA,"
"I know you didn't mean it," you mumbled as you felt yourself drift off into sleep. Paige leaned over slightly to turn off the lights, and you both slowly drifted off the sleep.
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Lay All Your Love on Me (Homelander x Reader)
Summary: A communication breakdown has unintended consequences, but itâs all because Homelander loves you.
Note: Gender neutral reader and no descriptors are used. This is based on a request from @judyfromfinance and the ABBA song which is so Homelander coded. Do not interact if youâre under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Jealousy, possessive behavior, violence (not toward the reader). We love miscommunication for plot reasons here! Do not interact if youâre under 18.
Homelander had no reason to believe you were hiding from him. Your job kept you busy, and ironically enough, working for the same company didnât guarantee that youâd see each other nearly as much as heâd like. When his texts went unanswered and he couldnât so much as hear you during the day, though, his mind went into overdrive presenting him with every worst case scenario it could possibly conceive of.
Cheat. Cheat. Cheat.
His gloved hands balled into fists at his side. You would never cheat on him. He knew that. He did. But sometimes, it seemed like your heart didnât ache for him the way his did for yours. You had a life outside of him, and as much as you tried to include him in it, he resisted. Things would be easier if it were just the two of you.
Trying your phone again, he called you, frustrated when it went straight to voicemail.
âHey babe, itâs me. Iâve been trying to reach you all day. Give me a call back as soon as you can. I love you,â he said, adding a quick. âCall me back" for emphasis.
He groaned, throwing his phone aside and folding his arms over his chest. It was fine. He didnât care that much anyway. At least thatâs what he told himself as he glanced at his discarded phone every few seconds in hopes youâd call or text back. No dice.
As a last resort, he headed to the crime analytics department. You managed a small team of analysts who consulted with the state and federal government on Voughtâs behalf. The two of you had met when Vought was trying to get supes in the military, and as far as Homelander was concerned, it was love at first sight.
Never mind that it took a few weeks to win you over, frustratingly committed to your job and hesitant to date a coworker. Even though heâd hardly consider the two of you coworkers. Sure, you both worked for Vought, but that was it as far as he was concerned. In his determination to woo you, heâd made some valuable connections in your department. At least, people who he knew would have some kind of scoop on you when he needed it.
âHey Annika,â Homelander said, startling the young crime analyst as he approached her desk. âHowâre you doing, pal?
âHi Homelander,â she said, not quite able to keep eye contact with him. âSir. Iâm good. H-How are you?â
âYou havenât seen Y/N around today, have you?â
She shook her head. âSorry.â
âAlright,â he said tensely, a painfully fake smile spreading across his face. âKeep up the good work.â
His smile faltered as he heard your name come up in a conversation on the other side of the room. A masculine voice, younger than his, far too much mirth for his liking when he spoke about you.
âDude, I was in Y/Nâs office for like an hour yesterday. I could barely concentrate. They are so fine.â
âYouâre insane,â someone else laughed.
âWhat? Have you seen them?â
âTheyâre dating Homelander, dumbass.â
âWhatever. It wonât last. He and Maeve will get back together, and yours truly will be there to pick up the pieces.â
âIf you say so.â
Homelander hadnât noticed his eyes glowing red until Annika squeaked. Letting out a breath he didnât even know he was holding, he looked at hisâŠacquaintance.
âSee you around,â he said, his chipper tone clearly strained.
Since you werenât answering your phone and he still had no clue where you were, Homelander had all the time in the world to wait around for your sleazy subordinate to take a bathroom break. He wondered if you were aware of the manâs interest in you. It was a possibility, but he had to assure himself that you wouldnât do anything to encourage it. He knew you wouldnât bother with a miscreant like that, of all people, but the point needed to be made. No one could speak so vulgarly about you and expect him not to do something about it.
Fifteen minutes or so had passed, and Homelander spotted his name badge. Josh.
âHey Josh! You have a minute, buddy?â Homelander asked, voice booming through the hallway, causing Josh to flinch. Homelander smirked a bit.
âHomelander! Is there something you need?â
âYeah, actually, I just have a question about the crime analytics office.â
Josh nodded. âSure, anything.â
âDid you see any Greek letters in there?â
âWh-What?â
âDid you see any Greek letters in there? Maybe a keg and some drunk idiots wearing togas?â
âI donâtââ
âDid you?â
âNo.â
âThen why were you in there talking about my partner like you were in a fucking frat house?â Homelander asked, cornering the slimy analyst. âYou know Y/N and I are dating, right? Your idiot friend told you as much.â
Joshâs mouth flopped open and closed like one of the disgusting fish The Deep crusaded for. âIâI didnât meanââ
âSo either youâre incredibly stupid, or you have a death wish. Which one is it, buddy?â
âIâm so sorry, Mr. Homelander.â
Homelander chuckled, empty and hollow, reveling in the way he could practically smell the fear radiating off of the man in front of him. âYou will be.â
With the way Josh was carrying on, Homelander wouldâve thought heâd actually killed the guy. All heâd done was snap his arm and throw an elbow to his nose. Heâd just bought the asshole a free rhinoplasty, far more generous than he deserved after what he did.Â
Homelander sneered at the blubbering crime analyst, work shirt covered in his own blood. Pathetic, really. And he had the audacity to act like he was worthy of you. Throwing one final glare Joshâs way, Homelander walked off, wiping the blood off his gloves and onto his suit. It could be dry-cleaned out.
The outburst made him feel better than he had all day, though it didnât answer the question of where the hell you were and why you werenât answering him. Besides, he swore he heard the familiar sound of your footfall in the lobby.Â
He supposed you wouldnât be too happy if you came back to see one of your subordinates brutalized in the hallway. Just his luck, he spotted an intern in one of the unoccupied offices.
âHey,â Homelander said, pausing a moment to read the internâs badge, âSammy, thereâs a mess over by the crime analytics office, can you get someone to clean it up?âÂ
âSure,â Sammy responded cheerfully.
âThanks, itâs the little things that make this place run. Youâre doing great,â he complimented, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Sammy returned his smile, obviously not questioning his sincerity. Homelander knew if he framed the whole thing as a favor, sheâd be more likely to follow through. It was always good to have reliable people in his back pocket for things like that, worker bees who thought they were friends or something. She walked off, strides purposeful as she set off to complete her personal mission from Homelander.
Rushing over to the elevator, he listened for you, getting out on the fifteenth floor where he saw you just as you walked out of the bathroom.Â
As soon as he made eye contact, he melted, making a beeline for you.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around Homelander. âArenât you a sight for sore eyes.â
âWhere were you?â he asked, almost painfully returning your embrace.
âI told you I was presenting for the security council at the UN all day. No phones, remember?â
He huffed, releasing you from the hug. Fuck. âI guessâmaybe that rings a bell. You shouldnât tell me something so important while Iâm distracted.â
âHow much did you miss me?â you teased, holding up your pointer finger and thumb to pinch the air. âThis much?â You spread your fingers wider. âThis much?â Wider again, except before you could ask, Homelander scooped you up in his arms.
âWhy donât I show you?â
âPlease do,â you said, tilting your head up to kiss him.
He retreated into the elevator with you, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss laced with longing. You giggled at him. Youâd only been gone for a few hours, yet he was acting as though it had been days.Â
You missed him too, resolving to focus your attention on him for the rest of the night.
Until your phone rang.
âI should get this.â
âNow youâre able to pick up a call?â he grumbled, setting you down.
âOne minute,â you whispered, grabbing your phone, âthen Iâm all yours.â
He pressed the button to his suite, having forgotten to do so in the heat of passion. âYou better be.â
You picked up your phone, amused at Homelander still clinging to you, kissing your neck. âHello?â
âJosh from crime analytics?â you asked, tensing a bit when Homelander grazed his teeth on the crook of your neck. âI havenât heard from him since he gave me the homicide report yesterday.â
Homelander hummed against your skin, and you let out a whimper only he could hear at the way it vibrated through you. He was smug, and it took you a moment to piece together why.
âOkay, talk to you tomorrow,â you said before hanging up. âWhat did you do?â
âSomething chivalrous to defend your honor,â he mumbled, his lips unrelenting on your shoulder as he pulled your shirt down to expose it.
âI guess I should thank you properly, then? My knight in shining armor?â
He lifted his head, grinning, âIf you insist.â
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Can u handle it? (req)
boyfriend!Jeongin x Fem reader
synopsis: Jeongin is such a sweet perfect boyfriend, always smiling, but one day, you were playing fighting and he shows you a more sinister side of him.
warnings: đ, mdni!, vaginal sex, smut, fingering, overstimulation, literally porn with plot đđŒđđŒ
word count: 1k
note: ehm good evening(?) i guess, enjoy some pwp!
âYou really do think you can pin me down?â
Jeongin, laughs as he holds your arms down above your head.
You move your legs wrapping them around his waist.
Your boyfriend pins your arms down even more and smirks before saying âYouâre going to have to try harder than that to get out of this oneâ.
âIf you wanted to pin me down to the bed you just had to askâ you speak with your usual bratty attitude, a playful trait of you that only he knows.
Jeongin giggles and releases your wrists while blushing a bit âWell, we were just playing around, werenât we? That is until you made the comment~â he says before you take the opportunity of pushing him down on the bed; your boyfriend falls onto his back with you on top of him, he starts to laugh a little and grabs your hipsâHey! Thatâs cheating!â.
âOh, I donât think soâ a small smile start to rise on your lips.
Jeongin laughs some more as he holds onto your hips and starts to flip you over so heâs now on top of you before speaking in a low voice, not his usual "See? You really thought that I would let you win that easily?â You just watch him smile looking down at you as he still has his hands on your hips, pinning you down.
He leans to your ear whispering âWhat? Donât have any smart remarks now?â.
You feel a strange sensation as your boyfriend keeps pinning both of your arms above your head so you canât escape.
âI really think you should give up at this pointâ he starts speaking and you just scoff at his statement.
âHm. Really? Still so stubborn even when youâre stuck on the bed? Maybe I should just have to give you some punishment for not surrenderingâ he smirks as his grip on your wrists tightens slightly.
A chuckle escapes your lips âYou would never do itâ.
Your boyfriend fake a thoughtful expression before speaking âYeah? Well, maybe I will prove that I can. Maybe Iâll have to punish you after all.â He leans down a little more as he smiles at you, whispering âIâm guessing youâre not scared of me getting a little bit rough, are you? Donât you want to see if you can take it?â.
His hot breath tickles the expose skin of your neck while you swallow, not expecting the situation to take that turn.
âAw, are you getting nervous?â Jeongin mocks you with a stranger smirks on his face âIâll go hard on you if I need to, baby..â.
You are not gonna give him this satisfaction. Not gonna happen âI donât believe youâŠâ you whisper lowly, marking every word.
âDonât believe me, hm? I guess Iâll have to show you then.â he giggles as he grabs both of your wrists with one hand so his other hand is free.
He uses the hand thatâs free to touch your waist, sliding his hand down to your thigh âLetâs see how much you can handle~â.
You canât speak, your eyes set on his hand, before your boyfriend stars again âBecause I know youâre going to try, arenât you? And try not to enjoy this too muchâ. Jeongin leans down a little closer to your face, still smirking as his hand slides along your inner thigh.
You whine softly starting to feel warm and a little bit turned on.
His hand slides up your thigh slightly more, and he moves closer to your core, pushing your panties aside âMhm.. are you going to try and fight back, baby?â.
You try to fight the urge to moan and that give him the the change to say âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â.
Your boyfriend starts to draw small circles on your clit with his thumb driving you insane.
You let out a soft moan feeling his finger slide through your folds and right inside of you.
âHm? What was that? Want me to continue? So you wanna give up finally?â He speaks with a low voice.
â Jeongin...â you whine spreading your legs more, two of his fingers before enter you with a fast movement and you canât help the loud moan that leave your lips.
âNo smart remarks? Donât have anything to say?â He teases while watching you react, his fingers moving into you with a quick pace.
âGod, youâre making such cute sounds..â the room was silent except from your chocked moans.
âYouâre enjoying this, arenât you?â you hear him say, but you canât think about anything.
Your orgasm is near, your walls start to tighten around his fingers.
âAlready close and youâre not trying to say you give up?â Jeongin remove his finger right before you reach your climax making you whine.
âW-what⊠what are you doing?â
Your boyfriend looks back at you, his smirk still on his face. He slides his fingers up your thigh âAm I just supposed to let you finish already? I want you to cum on my cock, sweetheartâ.
He quickly moves and pushes down his pants and hovers over you, his hands pinning you down as youâre under him âletâs see how much you can handle, ok?â.
Your eyes wide open when Jeongin stars to push his tip into you with a strong movement.
He groans loudly, pushing into you with a quick pace, making you moan like a mess.
Your hands instinctively go to his hair, pulling them.
âF-fuck iâm gonna fill you up, babyâ he moans hitting your g-spot, and making you reach your orgasm.
You are a whiny mess, itâs too much that you canât even talk properly.
Your boyfriend continues thrusting into you, feeling you shake a bit under him because of the overstimulation.
âbaby, u feel so good- godâ he lets out a choked moan pushing in you just a few times before filling you up with his seed.
You feel so full that is driving you crazy, after a minutes he finally slips out of you, rolling to your side.
âYou- you know that i love you, right?â He whimpers closing his eyes and pulling you close to him.
You just nuzzle his neck smiling a bit, still short of breath. âI love you too, you⊠you drive me crazyâ
Jeonjin just chuckle kissing your lips softly.
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Dummfucks of the Grid
word count: 760
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Summary: After a disappointing P6 finish at the SĂŁo Paulo Grand Prix, Lando Norris finds comfort in his girlfriend Y/n's fierce support as she playfully criticizes the other drivers and team principals
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As the door to Landoâs driverâs room closed, the noise of the paddock celebrations faded into the background. Lando sat on the couch, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of finishing P6 after a race that had promised so much more. The disappointment was palpable, especially with Max winning again.
Y/n moved swiftly to sit beside him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. âHey, Lando, P6 isnât the end of the world. You gave it your all out there.â
He sighed, his frustration evident. âYeah, but I wanted to do better. With Max winning again, it feels like I keep falling short.â
âFalling short?â she echoed, shaking her head. âYou didnât just fall short; you navigated a field of absolute clowns out there! Letâs talk about it. You know Iâm here for you.â
Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh? Care to elaborate?â
âOkay, first off, Max. He drives like heâs playing Mario Kart and thinks he can just take everyone out with a blue shell! I mean, does he not understand that sharing the track is part of the job? Itâs like he thinks heâs invincible! Itâs ridiculous!â
He chuckled, a small smile breaking through. âThatâs a good way to put it.â
âAnd then thereâs George Russell, who finished P4 today. Honestly, he acts like heâs the golden child of the grid. âLook at me, Iâm so talented, watch me throw my weight around!â Itâs like he forgets he has to race, not just pose for the cameras. Every time he gets near you, itâs like heâs trying to play bumper cars!â
âTrue,â Lando said, laughing harder now. âI can feel the ego swelling every time I see him.â
âAnd donât even get me started on Leclerc! Heâs out there racing like heâs auditioning for the role of âMost Likely to Crash Into a Wall.â Itâs like he has a special talent for making the race more dramatic than it needs to be. How does he always manage to be on the brink of disaster and still finish? Is it a gift or a curse?â
Lando nodded, now thoroughly entertained. âHe does have that knack for drama, doesnât he?â
âAbsolutely! And then we have Carlos Sainz. I mean, bless him, but heâs trying so hard to keep up with Leclerc that itâs like watching a puppy chase its tail. Poor guy looks so lost sometimes, you just want to give him a treat and a pat on the head! But he gets a pass because heâs your friend.â
âRight? Carlos is actually a good guy,â Lando said, shaking his head, amused.
âAnd then thereâs the team principals!â Y/n continued, her passion bubbling over. âChristian Horner thinks he runs a royal court every time Max crosses the finish line. âLook at my king!â as if itâs not a team effort. And Totoâheâs not innocent either. He struts around like heâs the head of a fashion show! Honestly, if I had a dime for every time Iâve seen him making dramatic hand gestures in the pits, I could fund a whole new racing team!â
âOkay, that oneâs a good point!â Lando laughed, feeling the tension ease with every word.
âSeriously, I would fight every one of them for you if it came down to it. Size doesnât matter when youâre this passionate!â she declared boldly. âIâd take on Max, George, and anyone else who thinks they can just push you around out there!â
âY/n, you do realize youâre only 5â6, right?â Lando replied, grinning. âHow are you going to take on all of them?â
âI may be small, but Iâve got a big heart and a bigger mouth!â she shot back, her eyes sparkling with defiance. âJust imagine me storming the paddock like, âBack off, or Iâll unleash my fury on you!ââ
âPlease donât start any fights in the paddock,â he said, his tone light but earnest. âI love your spirit, but Iâd rather not deal with the fallout. I need you here, not banned.â
âWhy not? It would be entertaining!â she countered, smirking. âIâd tell them all off! âListen up, dummfucks of the grid, stop getting in my boyfriendâs way!ââ
Lando laughed, the sound genuine now. âYou really are something else. Knowing youâve got my back means everything.â
âAbsolutely! If they try to block you from winning, I wonât hesitate to step in,â she said, snuggling closer.
âJust promise me you wonât do anything too crazy,â he replied, a grin spreading across his face. âI love your fierceness and protective side, but letâs keep you in the paddock, okay?â
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